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We were promised hot and thirsty moms and Willow Schnee did not disappoint.
It was hard to get the stares of the people after that little stunt that they’d pulled. Not only did they not really get into the whole party mood, it was just a little awkward, though Nora deflected a little with her easy cheer, he couldn’t really do that. He wasn’t as socially apt as she was, able to let everything slide off her like water. The drinks went down easily though, as he tried to keep the conversation going. Nora didn’t drink as much as he did, but she was talking to Ren.
So, he strayed a little. Moving through the crowd of the nouveau riche and the ones who moved and shook Atlas with their motions, not even stopping to get another plate of the hors d’eouvres and just getting towards one of the side-rooms.
Fancy people attracted fancy people and he was anything but. Wearing his armour and no weaponry, he struck an odd bird to the people there, and he watched the servants move, the people who served the Schnee family looking just about the type who’d rather have a feather stuck in their ass than to ever admit that they liked to have some fun.
Walking through the halls, even if it was a little awkward, was something that he did on impulse. There’d been a hallway that’d looked relatively untoured and he figured that he could hit up one of the bathrooms, get himself relieved from the sudden buzz in his guts.
He could see the portraits become more old-fashioned in their style, the pale hair and the elegant features of the Schnee family coming to light more, the portraits of the man of the house, Weiss’ father dominating this section of the house.
‘Now, where would a bathroom be?’
He really hoped that he could find one, or he’d have to take a leak in one of the potted vases. Not exactly the best impression he’d want to make if he was caught, but if nature called... He wasn’t afraid to do what had to be done. Apologies could always be made.
“Lost, young man?”
A voice came from the side, the smell of something strong and alcoholic in the air, as he caught sight of an older woman, dressed within something that a servant might wear but a touch more opulent, the clothing looking definitely older in style than the clean-cut of the people who worked for the people. The brooch on her neck shimmered with a red glow, as he flushed a little.
A bottle of something strong was at the woman’s lips, her blue eyes looking right at him, a smile faintly on her lips, almost a sway that she adopted. Something in those eyes spoke of apathy, a lack of caring for everything around her, the bags under her eyes definitely unhealthy.
“Well, yes. I was kind of looking for the bathroom, I’ve had a bit too much to drink, you see and-“
Indulgent, tired eyes looked at him, a laugh that came from her lips that was like a whisper and perhaps a half-sob, trickling through the nostrils like a snort yet with something.
“My... Weiss has an interesting choice in friends...”
He smiled at the woman, her loose ponytail fading in colour. She must be... mid-forties? Something like that, he guessed, and he’d heard Weiss tell a story about the butler, Klein. The man seemed to have been fired, but it wasn’t like there weren’t others around to cater to the Schnee family, he guessed.
“She’s great. Eh, I mean, I’m sorry, but can I go to the bathroom first? I really have to go.”
A smile, drunken perhaps, something in those eyes amused and tingling like the faint bells in the distance, a soft exhale, the alcohol volume of that breath probably enough to catch fire. Servants weren’t supposed to get drunk, but he guessed that there was something for the ones who’d served the family for long enough.
“Oh, do allow me to lead you to the bathroom. It’s wise to do your business, lest you cause a mess...”
He swallowed as the older woman turned around, a very finely shaped derriere causing him to gaze a little longer. The woman was in good shape for an older woman, almost a little like the woman who’d kept offering him a casserole and a bit of a private escort home. There were some games that she’d have liked to play with him, but he’d had to decline. The safety of the kids was more important than playing twister with the woman. Who even played TWISTER in this day and age?
She turned around, the bottle in her hand half-emptied now, having been full. A good brand of vodka, he imagined, as she swayed a little. He was there at her side, lightly catching her. The liquor was making her a little more unsteady, her body leaning against his.
“Whoops.”
A giggle, drunken and womanly, came from her. She lingered a little, even as his bladder ached a little.
“Eh, I really need the bathroom.”
Her expression changed a little, firming in its uncertainty, before she shook her head, the long hair brushing against his own. She was smaller in build than him, a small part of him telling him that she sort of reminded him of Weiss, but the thought was probably silly.
“Let’s get you to the bathroom then, young man.”
A woman who switched to that determined nature that he could see in Weiss as well. He didn’t know her older sister well enough, but they’d definitely been around this woman. Perhaps she was a cook, or some older domestic servant? Not that Weiss had said much about her family. He’d met her little brother, who looked like a right little scraggly muffin version of his father. Her father was an asshole and... well, her mother apparently didn’t come out much from her room.
The large bathroom that he was led to looked immaculate, the gold-plated taps looking fancy. She stood in the door opening for a moment, lightly amused, as she turned her head to gaze at him, a motion towards the porcelain throne.
“Do your business, young man. The Schnee family is not as cold towards one’s guests as we appear on the surface.”
Regret in the woman’s voice, something that laid a dark shadow over her expressions, her features looking weathered and worn for a moment, as the bottle rose once more and more of the liquid disappeared down her throat. He could smell it on her breath, the blue eyes looking at him with an expression of hurt and pain.
‘It mustn’t be nice to live with a set of parents who are so broken as Weiss’ mother and father.’
She left him to do what he had to, and he relieved himself, aware that the woman was probably already moving along with her duties. That bottle had been half-full and it’d been drained slowly by the woman. That was worrisome, especially if she had to do clean-up work.
The staff probably weren’t supposed to get drunk, or at least, not whilst there was a party to get to. That would just make them rude, but perhaps it was a little like the ‘old butler’ type that came up in the sitcoms that his sisters liked to watch. He washed his hands, letting his mind wander to Weiss for a few moments.
He exited the bathroom, aware that the fluffy towel was probably crumpled, but he supposed it’d served its purpose. The woman was leaning against the wall, the bottle nearly empty. She looked at him, a lazy smile on her lips.
“So... What’s your name, hm?”
He smiled. The woman was just making conversation, perhaps due to not being needed. She looked a little out of it, her eyes looking a little redder in the corners, tired and worn down.
“Jaune Arc, ma’am. Short, sweet and the ladies are supposed to love it, but I don’t think they do much.”
A humoured sound came from the tired-looking woman’s lips as she grabbed a hold of his arm. She leaned against him, nearly tripping on something barely visible, undoubtedly due to her drunken state. A soft exhale, the alcohol strong in her breath.
“Hmm... my hero. So, Mister... Arc? Care to escort an old maid to her room?”
A look in the woman’s eyes showed that she clearly had a little bit too much, his eyes softening a little. If the woman was a part of the staff, he could just get her to another servant, but the place seemed practically empty now. She had said that she was an old maid, so perhaps she was the butler’s wife or something?
“Oh, it’d be rude of me to Weiss to leave someone who cared for her when she was younger alone.”
A hint of a smile, lingering on lips, something warm and inescapable. A deep emotion in her eyes, as she clutched onto him. He could bear her weight easily, she was a slight woman, not at all something that he would imagine to be a maid, but expectations had always been dashed.
“Weiss always was a bright girl. I remember her tenth birthday party well...”
A soft sigh, as the woman straightened a little, her arm wrapping around his, her smaller hand finding his own.
“She was so happy, Mister Arc. After that day, things changed. I changed.”
He could imagine Weiss as a happy girl, young and cheerful. She had that quality inside her still, whenever she was around Ruby. He smiled involuntarily and squeezed the hand of the older woman. She seemed surprised, but he knew that it was just to make her feel a little better.
“She’s great. She’s got moments when she smiles and then just lights up the room with that smile. It’s...” A soft expression of care came to his face, as he remembered those moments for an instant.
“I don’t expect you to understand that feeling when she smiles, because you’ve probably known her for a long while since you came to work in this place. You know her better than I do, so... But when she smiles.”
A soft, breathy laugh that held some sort of crude amusement. They reached a door, a name plate on the door telling that it belonged to someone named Willow. She pushed open the door and a room appeared, a large bed dominating the middle of the back wall, a single couch set in front of the hearth that contained only sizzling embers, bottles strewn all over the floor, emptied. It hadn’t been cleaned in a while, he guessed. It wasn’t a room which seemed to get much use for other things than drinking, but she walked with him to the couch and sat down, beckoning for him to do so as well.
He sat down, awkwardly. Her eyes pleaded at him, the bottle thrown to the side, landing with a crackling. Despair was visible in those eyes, as she looked at him.
“Is Weiss doing well? I ran into her earlier, I...”
Her voice cracked and she shivered. He felt bad for the woman, laying a hand on her. If he could help her, he would. It was what he could do for people, especially after Pyrrha...
“She’s a Huntress now. She’ll be working now, and her dad is...”
He didn’t want to get her into trouble, taking a deep breath. A delicate touch was better than to just blurt out that the guy was an asshole.
“Not the best.”
A wry, bitter look on the woman’s face, her eyes looking at him. “I was there when she was born, Mister Arc. When Weiss Schnee breathed her first breath into this world, I was there. She was so small. So tender and weak, but she was beautiful.”
He smiled at her. The fresh bottle rose and she took a deep gulp of it. Her eyes were almost bloodshot, looking like she wished to cry. “Do you know what hurts, Mister Arc? It hurts so much to be alone.” A deep breath, before the bottle was held out to him.
“Have a drink with me, Mister Arc. Please...”
She held it out, a little nudge. The alcohol within sloshed softly, a watery, sloshing sound. He shouldn’t drink, but he looked into those deep blue eyes and he couldn’t resist. She looked at him with eyes that asked, pleaded and begged.
“Please?”
It was as much a question as it was plea, a whimper uttered from someone who had much love to give. He took the bottle from her, their fingers touching for an instant. Her breathing quickened for an instant as he took the bottle from her and drank.
“Call me Willow. It’s... It’s my name.”
She sounded hesitant, almost afraid of his reaction. It was a nice, pleasant name. A name that a mother or older aunt would have, someone who would’ve cared for the young daughters of the mistress of the household.
“The name’s Jaune. I’ll have you know that I’m quite the dancer.”
It was forced on him by his sisters, of course, but he sort of liked it. The woman with him deserved a funny tidbit, something to bring a smile to her lips. A smile, worn and with a little bit of that fading beauty, as a dead laugh came from her lips.
“How long is it since I have danced, Jaune? A decade, perhaps? These halls were one filled with laughter. The head butler, Mister Sieben, held the reins and there were more maids than members of the auxiliary staff.”
A swaying of her body was witnessed as she grabbed a fresh bottle, turning the cap and then guzzling it down in large gulps, the alcohol draining into her like a maelstrom of depression and uselessness. He saw that it weighed upon her, as he looked at her expression. Pain, yearning and loneliness, something that he saw in Weiss’ eyes as well.
He set the bottle down, but her hand placed itself on it. Her own bottle was half-way emptied now and the smell grew stronger, something in her eyes that was desperate.
“Do... Do drink, Jaune. We’re... It’s a party.”
Her eyes were desperate, something in them that he could see being deeply wrong. Her hair was still up in a ponytail and her chest heaved softly, her breasts below her jacket and the cravat looking to be full and in fine shape. The belt might be pushing them up a little, but that hardly mattered for the image she gave.
He swallowed some more of the strong alcohol, feeling a slight buzz go through him. “I’ll... woah.” He hadn’t had much experience with drinking except for a few beers on a dare, but he felt the heavy alcohol hit him like a truck. His vision swam for a moment, as his eyes looked around. The bottles were too much, but...
‘I should clean it up. A clean room is a clean life...’
He looked at her and then smiled. “I’ll just make things a little neater, Willow.” A softness in her expression, something that didn’t quite get what he was referring to. He got up and started to pick the bottles up. She just watched, sipping the bottle slowly, her eyes watching with a distant look in them as he worked. He got the armour plate off, setting it near the door. He would be working up a sweat with how this was going to go and it’d be bad to bend over and twist the armour into a tight spot.
“Why did you clean up my room, Jaune? There’s staff for that...”
He looked at her and felt his heart go out to her. He looked at the bottle that he’d been drinking from. The alcohol made him feel warm, and he held out a hand.
“Do you want to dance with this young man, Willow?”
It was perhaps not according to protocol, but he could feel that the woman needed something to banish the gloominess from her, and her eyes went wide, looking at him.
“It’s okay if you can’t dance, I mean, my best friend Ruby hates her lady stilts and can’t dance. Still the best friend that I’ve had.”
Uncertainty on her face showed, a complicated expression that flitted. It was funny, because he could almost see Weiss making the same face when Ruby was starting to talk about the weapons and stuff that Weiss had little interest in, a decision that had to be reached but with her being uncertain whether she should say something or not.
“You’d dance? With me?”
He looked at her with a look that just didn’t comprehend why she shouldn’t dance with him. He didn’t get why this would be something odd. She was just an older woman, just someone like his mom or his older sisters. Dancing whilst at a party wasn’t strange, was it?
“It’s a party, Willow, you said so yourself. We dance at parties, unless Atlas does things different from Vale.”
A smile, perhaps sadder than before, as she smiled softly at him, her eyes shimmering for a moment, closing and then, her hand took his. Her fingers were a little cold, but she implored him with a look.
“Then dance with me, Jac- Jaune.”
A small slip, perhaps a minor one, but it was still something he noticed. A softness of her features, as something in those eyes changed, her fingers seizing a hold of his own, her hand on his upper arm, seizing a hold. Atlesian formal, typical ballroom dance style.
“Do you have music in your room?”
She pointed towards a small device standing in the corner. He could see that it hadn’t been used for a while, a thick layer of dust on it. He let go of her hand and walked over, her body standing there. He could see several disks with Weiss Schnee in Concert, and ‘Loneliest of them all’, a single by W. Schnee, laid next to it. It was merchandise, and she’d collected it.
‘Sweet.’
They were clean, compared to the dust on the player. He pressed a button and looked through the music that had been programmed into the player. He caught the heavy smell of a woman’s perfume mixing with the strong liquor.
“Daddy’s Favourite, that one is the Atlesian Waltz. My...”
A deep sigh, as she leaned against him. It was a heavy moment for the woman, as she rubbed over his back, her weight suddenly heavily leaning against her.
“My father used to love playing it on the piano for me. He said that it had been my mother’s favourite but... My darlings never quite enjoyed it.”
He heard the announcement of the waltz and what number it was. He turned, looking at her. Vulnerable did she look, standing there. Her eyes looked pitifully up at him. “But I don’t know what to think anymore of the world. Weiss is nineteen now and-“ He took her hand and put it on his side, forming the starting position.
She accepted it, and the music started. She moved with the beat, allowing him to lead. Something about her was melancholic, broody and deep, her eyes looking deeply into his own as they moved, the space for them smaller than a ballroom, but she kept pace perfectly.
As the music turned to low tones and the track ended, she looked at him. “I’m a failure. I-“ She slumped down onto the couch, her hands grabbing her head, a dark look in her eyes as she looked down at the carpet. He could feel like that too, grabbing the bottle and taking a deep swig of it, the sound audible and the woman looking up. A look of regret, of pity and something more crossed her features.
“You don’t have to dri-“
He looked at her, laying a hand on her shoulder. The woman’s eyes seemed to gaze at him. “I know how that feels. I couldn’t... I couldn’t save her. I lost a friend, my partner at Beacon. A great, wonderful girl who was in love with me, and-“
‘and I didn’t even notice! She kissed me and then she died.’
He drank more from the bottle, trying to drown the pain inside him. He didn’t show it outwardly much, a bad case of handling it, any psychologist would tell him. It wasn’t healthy to bottle it all up, but- But he had to. Ever since he saw the statue, he’d...
He could never let the smile fade from his lips, to try to lighten the mood. If he didn’t, if he let himself go...
“I nearly lost Weiss too, you know. She was just... The woman who was responsible for Beacon, someone who- She threw a spear at Weiss and it hit her in the stomach, going straight through.”
A gasp, a worried sound from her lips, but he wasn’t stopping. Another swig from the bottle and he was done, the bottle set aside. The alcohol didn’t taste so bad at this moment, as he felt the dark thoughts push to the forefront.
“I awoke my Semblance at that moment. It’s to make someone’s Aura stronger by amplifying it. So I just... I just did. Me, the guy who asked her out and got rejected time and time again, saving her life. Just dorky stupid Jaune Arc, being responsible for her life. I was so frightened for her, so afraid to lose her.”
A softness in her eyes, as he could feel a hand rest on his shoulder after he’d turned from her in the dark mood he was feeling, stroking over his shoulder softly. A hurt woman, next to a hurt young man. She exhaled softly.
“I’ve got... I’ve got some stronger stuff too. If... if you want.”
It felt like a good idea. She walked to a small cabinet and she unlocked it, a bottle of something that looked like Schwanentanz black label, the bottle held out to him to take and get a sip from, like some common drunkard.
“A glass isn’t needed, I’m...”
The woman, Willow, looked fragile. She just put the bottle in his lap, his hand grabbing a hold of it before it would tip, another bottle grabbed.
“Tell me more about my- Tell me more about Weiss. Is she... Did she?”
He opened the bottle, the rich smell of something that cost more Lien than a month’s wages for him, a smell that was like black liquorice with that spiced rum scent. Whatever it was, he didn’t know, but he drank it. Vileness and heaviness felt into his stomach like the stab to the gut that Weiss might have.
“She started to be ready to fight again after a moment. I’ve got a lot of Aura. I filled her right up.”
A bitter, hurt laugh, as the woman downed a quarter of the bottle, her throat swallowing a few times, breathing out. Eyes that had seen much looked fiery, something that Weiss also had when she was full of passion. Her sister too, now that he thought of it.
“She’d better have given you a chance for her hand, Mister Arc. A Schnee is not ungrateful to her saviour, or else-“
She looked bitter, cool and without much in the way of grace, her eyes looking at him. He winced. The movie had been an escape from the politics, a moment where they could just enjoy it... But it hadn’t been really much. Oscar’s age was fourteen and it was not enough to get them into anything with real action. Weiss had been polite, but she’d not been...
“We went to a movie, earlier yesterday. We had a... well, he's a friend, with us.”
A softness to his face, as he remembered the little smile that she’d given him. It had been progress, it’d been nice but...
“That’s it? A movie? A stupid, crappy little movie date that every pauper could go to? Not even dinner together, something in an up-scale place, out of gratitude?”
There was surprise in her voice, something that she’d not stopped with that exclamation, her eyes looking angrily at him. Not anger for his words, but about Weiss.
“Is that all your rescuing her from death is worth to her?”
It was okay. He could understand that she wasn’t interested. It had been something he’d done to save her, something that he’d just done because she mattered to him, even if he didn’t matter to her.
“It’s-“
He didn’t finish the thought. It wasn’t fine. It wasn’t okay. He’d... He’d expected a little more, perhaps a kiss. A ‘thank you’ at the very least. Not...
“Jaune, let’s drink. I’ve... Let me tell you a little story about Weiss when she was young.”
Her lips formed a smile. For whatever it was worth, the woman’s voice was warm and motherly as she spoke, speaking of the time when she and the butler, Mister Sieben, as she continued to call him, went out for an outing to Mantle. The city had been in a better state back then, Mister Schnee having been in the office, working to improve the company.
‘There’s no love lost between the two of them, it feels...’
“... then she grabbed it and went ‘Look! I got a frog. Let's show father whether it looks like him!’ We laughed so much, and she brought it home to her father. He tried to show interest, but he never really cared.”
A sad expression came to the woman’s face. The bottle had emptied already and he felt woozy. He glanced at the clock, his vision swimming. He’d drank too much, he’d had too much and it was already... was it that late already?
“I should-“
Her hand grabbed a hold of his, her grip surprisingly strong. “No. They’ll...” She looked tired, swaying a little. “They’ll see you come out of my room. It’s not- It’s not polite.” Her voice was soft, light and breathy. Her eyes looked at him and her eyes watered.
“Stay... Stay here, with me? Just for... Just for a bit. I’ve got more stories to tell, I’m...”
She looked sad, as her eyes met his. “Please, stay?” He couldn’t deny her, not when she looked at him like this. The party was undoubtedly still ongoing, still a shade too much, half-burdening him with that feeling of regret.
“But-“
Her eyes grew teary and she pressed her head against his chest. She looked weak, frail and brittle, like a porcelain doll that was about to shatter with the lightest touch.
“Oh, okay...”
A soft smile on her lips as she got up. Her breasts moved, and it was fairly obvious that whatever went for chest support was forgotten, bending over in front of the cabinet, pushing that very fine behind out.
His body reacted to it, his pants feeling a little tighter, her body moving with a willowy grace. A bottle that looked very pricy with the golden wrapping around it was fetched, something that just looked like it’d bleed Lien if stabbed, a rich dark liquid in it. Atlas Rouge Rock.
“A very good year, Jaune. Every bottle costs... Two-fifty? Only six-hundred were bottled, so they are a little...”
A smile, cool and something else, a wry and angry expression flitting over her features.
“expensive.”
A glass was handed to him, filled with the strong drink. He could see the weariness in her eyes, the desperation for him not to leave her. He raised the glass and watched as she raised her glass. The older woman looked at him, a softness in her eyes, a deep craving, a yearning for something that almost scared him out of his wits. She drank from her glass slowly, looking at him with the longest of moments of hesitation in her eyes.
“Mister Ar- No, Jaune.”
The pale-haired woman’s hand brushed through her hair, pulling the loose ponytail into a long wave of hair. It made her look womanly, her expression shifting slowly to one that was intrigued.
“Would you care to escort me a little more, perhaps?”
A softness of her lips he noticed, as the tongue slid over the edge of the glass, more of the liquor added to the glass. He noticed that she was going to fill his glass again, the feeling of something hitting his lap as she spilled some of the alcohol, her pouring not as steady, a soft giggle coming from her.
“Whoops.”
He felt it soak into the fabric, the strong smell enough to make him worry, but he was...
‘What do I care? It’s just some alcohol, and she missed the glass...’
He drank his glass, leaning forward. It felt awkward, but the woman watched, her hand dropping the bottle a little, taking a big gulp of the alcohol and swallowing once to get it all down. A boldness in those eyes, something that was like a lit flame, something that showed as her gaze went around the bedroom.
“Come... Here...”
Another gulp of alcohol and her cheeks swelled up like a chipmunk, her head coming closer. He was too slow to react, as her lips pressed against his own in a kiss, parting and tasting the rich liquor. A soft, moaning groan from her, her eyes looking into his own. It was a kiss that he’d had before, something that he’d felt before. Red hair and green eyes, a locker that was flying away. He felt the pain inside him and he kissed back.
Her arms wrapped around him, the bottle just dropping, hunger inside the older woman’s movements, as her arms wrapped around him, a snorting, heavy breathing, as she seemed to wish to devour him with her lips, a kiss that had him holding her. It wasn’t him there, but he was in the locker, flying away from the girl who loved him, never to see her again but in the dreams and nightmares, the video replaying over and over.
He didn’t know what she felt, but there was no small hunger within her, her tongue tasting of the liquor, her eyes aflame with something. He parted, breathing and panting, her own breath coming out heavily. She shivered, a slow groan coming from her lips.
“Jaune, Mister Arc, I-“
She breathed in and out. Her lips pressed against his neck and she kissed. The smell of alcohol and something indistinct came to his nose as she suckled on his neck, tasting him, a kiss that lingered for nearly a minute, a softness of her body before she pulled away slowly. He noticed that her nipples were poking through the fabric, her eyes meeting his own after a moment, her breathing much louder than before.
“Let’s find a... better place, shall we?”
Jaune didn’t know what that meant. He didn’t know what she wanted, but that kiss had been something. It had been frightening, it had been scary, but it had been passion and fright. She gazed at him, getting up. She looked hesitant, frightened. Something in those eyes had changed, something that was so yearning and human.
“If... If...”
She was offering something. Solace, comfort. A look that he’d never seen before, but...
“Willow, I-“
Depression, a dejected expression, her life fading. She was feeling rejected, just like he had been. It was something that he had seen with himself as well. The moment where he’d seen Weiss with Neptune, her smile and her joy, knowing that he’d been not what she wanted.
“No, you’re...”
She tried to say it, but he shook his head. He kissed her again, the only thing that he could do. She tasted of liquor, of the regret that she felt and he pushed his Aura into her, letting her feel the warmth. It was what she would need, he felt instinctively.
A softness in her eyes. “Why did you have to do that, you silly boy? Why? It’s... It’s so warm.” Her voice was pained, her eyes looking at him with that hint of confusion and mystery. Her breathing was irregular, her eyes looking terrified, somehow pained and yet relieved.
“Because I don’t want you to think that...”
He didn’t know what he didn’t want her to think, as he looked at her. This was obviously someone who loved Weiss. Every expression that the woman gave, the sheer joy that she had in telling about some of the things Weiss had done when she was a child, which had brought the woman a shred of happiness.
“It’s-“
He was drunk. He knew that he’d drank more than enough to push him towards sleep, but he stood up straight. He was drunk and there was someone who had kissed him, who needed him. He’d not give up on someone in need, because an Arc was someone who had the blood of heroes in their veins.
He kissed her. Her eyes went wide as a womanly moan came from her lips. She surrendered, her arms wrapping around him, holding him. Gasping, breathy sounds, low swirls with her tongue, her fingers running through his short hair.
She was the one who broke the kiss, a look in her eyes.
“We will have to change venues, Jaune. This is not a room where someone should be in...”
She took him by the hand, leading him to the door. Pushing it open softly, she peered out, supporting herself with the doorframe, letting her gaze go through the hallway. He heard nothing with his enhanced hearing, the woman pulling him along further down the hallway. His companion, this hot older woman who seemed to know her way around the house well, moved with a certain grace, her body in shape, even with her touch on his hand firm.
He missed the names on the other doors, Willow Schnee’s door shutting behind him, passing by Whitley, Weiss and Winter’s room. He was distracted by the woman, this maidservant who seemed to be so hurt and in need of comfort. Was it wrong? Probably. Would she get in trouble? Probably. Did he care? No.
The world was emptier now with Pyrrha gone. He could feel the yearning from this woman, this loving, caring woman who loved Weiss so much that she could remember those stories about the youth of the girl. They stopped in front of a door, the woman closing her eyes for a moment and looking up at an angle, giving a faint smile before she pushed open the door.
“Is someone in here?”
She called out and he watched as the door opened by her hand, her fingers grabbing the door and holding it open, letting him feel that tension rise, as she turned around, her eyes looking at him with a look that desired him.
It was... different. He had seen the look in the eyes of Nora more often than not, whenever she looked at Ren. The woman strode with strides to the desk and then brushed over it, the sound of things hitting the ground noticeable. A bottle of the same vodka had been put in the corner, the smell of the vodka heavy in the air as the woman’s body bent over the desk, her head turning to look at him, a hand raised, a finger beckoning him.
He swallowed heavily, as he looked at her. She was there, and her rear was pointing up, those buttocks looking round, her gaze intensifying, as her tongue laid a slow path of slick saliva over her lips.
“Mister Arc...”
A push of that rear, as her eyes looked at him, heavily-lidded, her lips parting to show teeth. “Allow me to show you some Schnee repayment for saving the life of Weiss Schnee.”
He was not the aptest at getting the hints at times. He’d missed Pyrrha’s hints for nearly a year, but there was no denying this. She looked at him, a stern look that wouldn’t look out of place on Weiss her face, her eyes looking at him.
He swallowed, heavily. Her behind swayed a little, as she stretched. Her hands slid down and the faint sound of something ripping was heard, as the jeans tore and he could see a womanly set of thighs exposed.
“Come on, Jaune. Take what you want.”
A soft curling hint of self-loathing sprinkled through that angry, bitter voice. Her eyes looked at him with something inside them that hurt to see, something deep and vile and bitter, as he could see her lips below stand there like a testament, pushed outward and puffy.
“No.”
He knew that it wasn’t good for her, and he was not going to make her feel like he was taking advantage of her. She was drunk, he was drunk, and he was not going to stop. He approached, her eyes looking at him with a look that held equal parts fierceness and fury. She was about to say something, but his hand smacked that ass, letting her buttocks jiggle and a yelp come from her lips.
“I’m not- I’ve never done this, but not... Not like this.”
He could smell the scent of alcohol, something that was there, a yearning, a passion, a craving. This was a woman who hurt, someone who had rolled in the shards of her life and who had become hollowed out like a doll.
He knelt there, his face pressing against her behind. She stiffened, not making a sound, before a soft sob came from her mouth. The woman, Willow, was starting to cry out, softly sobbing, as he pressed his lips against the vaginal lips between her legs, the sensation of touching something so womanly sending a spark through his body.
‘She needs to be happier.’
A low, throaty moan came from the woman’s lips, something that sounded surprised, mixing with a gasp that was like an utterance of fear, something that shouldn’t be. He remembered the impromptu lesson that Saphron had given on the ‘Art of eating Girl and keeping your skin’ the moment when she’d come out as a lesbian. It’d included pictures, a few videos and a very embarrassed Terra who had walked in mid-way to see Saphron gesticulating and going on at length about spots.
Putting it to practice and making sure to keep an eye on the gasps, his nose buried against that ass, letting her get used to the touch, a shiver going through his partner, the woman’s legs spreading some more. Another flick of the tongue and the woman shivered, squeezing the desk, feeling that pleasure shoot through her, or so he guessed. She smelled like a woman, or at least what he thought a woman smelled like. A little like Weiss, actually. She must just have the same shampoo or something.
“Ah, oh.”
Moans, eager and with a hint of something more, as his hands grabbed her hips and then kept her there, his tongue exploring. A soft, sensual shudder, as her fingers grabbed his head.
“Ah... Stop. Stop, dear.”
The term slipped from her lips and it didn’t feel bad to hear it, her hand pulling him away. She looked at him, a look that held a heat and a flame of desire, a soft guttural sound coming from her lips. He was aware of how aroused he was, of what she was offering, craving, wishing for.
“My... I was- Perhaps I was just a touch hasty. You’ve got-“
A smile, one that looked genuine and more maternal than anything that he’d seen before came to her lips, her eyes beholding him with that hint of interest, something in the eyes of the woman having changed. She shifted, the slit between her legs covered in a faint pale white fuzz. It was a woman who had been aware of what she had, her motions with flexibility that he’d expect from a Huntress, not a civilian woman.
“Here, allow me to-“
Her hands went to his pants, undoing them slowly, her eyes looking at him and smiling faintly as she looked at his groin, where the underwear looked like it was getting a little firmer.
“It’s been a decade since I have last seen a man’s penis.”
That was a long time. His father had joked about his wife needing some love once every month or so to keep the Arc family happy and sane. His mother had smacked his father for that comment, but it had elicited no further commentary from anyone.
“Let’s see what you h- Oh.”
She pulled the underwear down and he was reminded of the liquor that she’d spilled on his groin, the smell mingling in his nostrils, her tongue sliding over her lips. Eyes that looked more energetic as she’d behold what he had. A hand, small and delicate compared to what stood between his legs, seized it. A tension, as she slowly squeezed.
She inhaled deeply, her eyes closing and then slid down, her knees hitting the ground.
Warmth was the first sensation that he felt as velvet-like lips wrapped around the head, a swallow from the woman, saliva bathing his shaft as a tongue slid over his crown, the foreskin already pulled back with a single jerk. She tasted him, even as she let her tongue caress the sensitive head. A gasp, groan and more came from his lips, but she wasn’t down yet, her eyes burning with something of a hunger, as she got up.
“A treat for a treat, Jaune... Now...”
Her body bent over the desk, her legs parting, spread slightly, her head looking back at him. It was a motion of someone who could bend her body like such, a ballerina’s body, an athlete’s body that had once been in shape, but now had gone to lay unused. She spread her pussy lips, her head turned back.
“Have sex with me. Right here. Now.”
He was eager to respond, as she seemed to be better, more positive. Not that it mattered, as his body’s hormones assured him. Older women were still hot, and this woman was like the fine wine that she drank. His cockhead pressed against her pussy lips, a guttural, shrill groan coming from her, her hand smacking against his buttocks. It was a clenching, tight sensation.
“Push, Jaune.”
A command, a demand, something spoken with that urge, that need within it. Something to abandon the senses to, to make the world make sense and burn through the barriers that kept him contained, his body moving. A womanly shriek came from her lips as she seemed to stretch, her fingers gripping the desk, a low moan turning high-pitched as he felt something press against the head.
“Not so f-ash... Ah...”
She tightened, as she looked back at him. There was a heated look on her face, his eyes going down. He wasn’t fully inside her yet, but it felt good. She looked at him.
“Do it. Put it in me, you blonde son of a bitch.”
The cussword wasn’t the worst he’d heard, but it spurred him on to push into her. Something parted and she gave a shriek like she was dying, her eyes opening wide and just twitching. Juices dripped onto the ground as she leaked, some tensing and twitching of her vaginal muscles.
It felt great, as he started to move faster. Her hands gripped the desk firmly, as she started to moan, her body rocking slightly as he moved, the slurping, slopping sounds that came like an echo of the feelings that she caused within him. A low, guttural sound in his throat and he came, quicker than he’d hoped, but it was his first time, her body giving a shudder, her eyes widening, as the puddle of her juices below the desk widened. She was panting, gasping and still moaning slightly as she pushed herself up, pulling herself off his manhood.
He smacked against his thighs, coated in white, the cloying scent growing stronger of his own ejaculate, her eyes looking at him. He felt uncertainty, her eyes just staring, a slack-jawed expression on her face. She seemed uncertain on how to go about this.
“I’m sorry, I’m-“
She shook her head, looking into his eyes, a thick glob of seed drooling from her sex, staining her pants, her body pushed up with tension in her arms. She looked at him, a wavering smile on her lips. It was as if she couldn’t believe that she’d done this, as if it was all a dream.
“I’ve had... I’ve had sex. It’s been so long.”
She sounded more surprised than he felt, as her hand took a hold of his member. She looked at it, as if it were some sort of creature that she didn’t recognize. He laid a hand on her shoulder and then suddenly, she captured her lips with her own, a kiss that seemed to have passion behind it, her fingers gripping his manhood and starting to stroke it. There were strands of semen that dripped onto the floor, mixing with her juices.
She broke the kiss, her eyes looking into his own. He tried to flex his Aura for a moment, feeling himself be rejuvenated. The older woman named Willow gasped, her fingers feeling his manhood be hard below their grasp.
“Get that shirt off, Mister Arc.”
The brooch was off and the jacket and shirt joined it on the floor, leaving him almost weak-kneed at the sight of those breasts, round and full, capped with a nipple that was richly pink in colour. The puffiness of the skin around the nipple pushed it up and he looked into her eyes, the yearning in them there.
“We’re drunk, we shouldn’t...”
He tried to make an excuse, but it wasn’t enough. He had fucked her. She’d encouraged him and he’d eaten her out.
“We’re way past drunk. The man who owns this office would scarcely care, but-“
A look in her eyes changed into something dangerous, something needy, something womanly as she pushed her chest out at him.
“Put your hands on me, Jaune. Touch me, in ways that that man has not touched me for a decade.”
His hands grabbed a hold of those heavy mounds, the woman’s half-hidden face lingering behind the hair that fell into her face, as she pushed him down onto the desk. She looked at him, pressing him down.
“That’s a good man, Jaune. Squeeze.”
A soft squeeze, pliant flesh pushing against his hands. Her head rolled back in her neck, a low moan coming from her mouth. He was aware that she was getting closer, and she pressed him down, her pale hands pressing against his own body with surprising strength. He felt as if hands were holding him down, a faint shimmer in the surroundings, but he felt warmth wrap around him, a slimy, slick feeling.
Her mouth opened and a deep gasping groan came from her as she pushed herself down again, meeting with her body once more that hard shaft. She moved with a slow yet gentle push, his eyes roving around the office, spotting the paintings on the wall.
A man who could not be someone else than Weiss’ father, still dark of hair, still someone who did not hold his family in his eyes, no pictures of his son or daughters visible. The man’s office, it seemed to be.
This was the place where the CEO of the Schnee Dust Company made business and he was fucking one of the maids on the desk. One way he had to admire her for being so bold as to fuck on her employer’s desk, as well as feeling the ache of her tightness around his manhood.
She was bouncing, slowly bouncing with little raises of her hips, her legs making her pump down, feeling that hot wet sheath wrap around his manhood, guttural groans coming from her lips as if she were some animal in heat, seeking to scratch the itch within her. There was only the buzz in his system, his Aura slowly cleaning him up, the poison pushing out of his body, probably because there was so much of it.
He came again, a hot wet sheath wrapping around his manhood like a tight grasping maw, the woman stiffening, something indecent and crude slipping from her lips. A throb and a splatter of his juices, his fingers mauling those full round breasts that he’d been groping. Another searing hot kiss, as he could feel the white goo shoot from the tip of his manhood inside her, a shuddering, hissing hot moment where he was almost assured that he’d reached the pinnacle.
She got up, looking at him, the emptiness in her eyes slowly fading towards satiety, something that seemed to shift. “You must think of me as a horrible person, doing something like this, drunk.” Her voice was lighter, her eyes looking down at him with that doubt.
He didn’t think she was all that bad. He looked up at her.
“You’re someone who needed the company. I’m glad my first time was with you.”
It was still new to him, losing his virginity. He had... he had intended to save this for someone special but- Her expression looked haunted, saddened by something, some realisation that he didn't get. Her eyes turned sad, as she spoke softly.
“Oh. Your virginity... I had thought with that-“
She seemed to grow morose again, pulling off him, the heady scent of his seed and his manhood coming from his nethers, the part where they had been joined slick. She looked at him, embarrassment and shame in her eyes.
“You were probably saving it for someone special, I’m-“
She shook his head. Pyrrha had been special, but this woman had needed it. Even if she was just a servant, he’d just remember her, that look that she’d sent at him. She loved one of his friends as if she were her own daughter.
“Someone who loves Weiss as you do, is someone worthy to give it to.”
A tired, weary smile on her lips as she looked at him. Her gaze went to the portrait, a bitter look on her face. It was not pleasant in the slightest, but she moved, her fingers brushing over her cheek. He could see tears on her face and felt bad. He’d made her cry.
“If she doesn’t see what she’s missing within you, she’s blind.”
It was an honest statement from the woman, a hand pulling out a half-empty bottle of vodka.
“Cheers.”
The woman drank again and handed him the bottle. He drank without reservation, her eyes approving of him, before she got herself laid on the right side of the desk on her back, her legs spread. “Now that we’ve got more of an excuse for this debauchery in us...” He watched as her hands went to her buttocks and she spread her butt cheeks, letting him look at that hole as it stood there, a tender hole, a tight hole, he'd heard.
“Just... Fuck my ass.”
The crude language was enough to make his manhood quiver, rising to the challenge. It would have betrayed him nevertheless, because this woman had something about her rear that was hard to deny. His cockhead pressed against her tight sphincter, the woman’s eyes opening wide as she shivered, her legs parting slightly.
“Go slowly... Yes, that’s it.”
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him close. She smelled of liquor and sex, the feeling of her tight nethers enough to make him feel the need, as he pushed in. It was a slow process, as she was tighter than tight, a groaning sound from his lips at the feeling of that tight pucker stretching around his cockhead. It was weird, it was the wrong hole but she had told him to fuck it.
“That’s it, Jaune. Come, take that final virginity that I had left. The Schnee always pay their debts...”
A soft groan as he suddenly inched forward, sliding into her, a soft shriek coming from her lips, turning to a deep guttural moaning groan. She felt tight, and she shivered. He looked down, her pussy lips drooling with the slimy residue of his previous orgasms. It might just be the fact that he was trained as a Huntsman or just the natural stamina of the Arc family but it didn’t hurt, other than being extremely tight. There was a look of curiosity on her face, something that burned in those eyes that was more than loathing and pain and frustration. Something that he had seen before, the bitterness, the need.
He started to move, her asshole tightly pressing against his manhood, feeling how tightly it clutched at him. She shrieked and whimpered as he slowly tugged out, before pushing right into her again. An indecent sound came from her, but she worried not. Nails pressed against his back as she seemed to go wild with her motions, hissing and groaning, her body writhing against the desk.
“Fuck my ass, Jaune! Fuck it! Show me what I’ve been missing for all those twenty-three years! Come on! Are you a miner or just some lily-livered bitch for hire?”
Her voice turned husky, growling and whispering things that no lady of standing would ever utter. He knew that Weiss and Winter would never ever utter such a thing, both too lady-like to even think of asking for someone to fuck their ass... if at all.
“Hmmhmm... Yeah, come on...”
A mess was on the desk, as he got into a rhythm. Pain flared on his back as she raked her nails down over his back. He thought he could feel them pierce the skin, but this was a civilian, so undoubtedly it was just something that was his imagination.
“Fuck me, fuck me!”
It was despair in the woman’s voice, as he swung his hips, the anvil of her behind hammered by the hammer that was his body, driving his manhood into her rear, the feeling of that tight, squeezing rump and then, the feeling of sparks behind his eyes as he came inside her ass.
A slow and shuddering heavy explosion of white-hot jizz that shot into her bowels, his stiff prick hard inside her, a slow rut that made her shriek something that he didn’t quite get, a ‘Jack’ and a ‘Fuck you’, something else that he blanked out on, just collapsing on top of her as the thick gushing geyser of man-seed met that tightness of her rear and tried its best to flood it with seed. The corner of the desk below the two of them creaked dangerously.
She laid there for the longest of moments, her breasts like pillows to support his head. She was smaller than he was, yet she was a woman that he had made love to, that he had fucked. She had given him her anal virginity and it’d been a lot of firsts... all for him.
He hadn’t expected that she would go this far, but the concern he had for her was real, even as the desk creaked. She smiled softly, as her breath still came in deep gasps, her breasts supporting his head, his balls grinding against that tight butt once more.
She was breathing heavily, the softness of those breasts still comforting him. He could feel a tension in his ballsack now, aware that ass was clenching down hard onto him. He pulled out, getting up and then seeing half of the desk collapse as she tried to get up, the woman giving a low ‘oof’ sound as she collapsed with the desk, the wood looking like it didn’t nick or harm her.
“Are you okay?”
He asked with worry, a light giggle coming from her lips as she looked up at him. Her bare breasts were sweaty, her hand grabbing a hold of his own as he helped her up. The woman leaked, not even giving a damn about how she appeared.
“We broke his desk by fucking, Jaune. Fuck. Oww...”
She winced a little, her hand going down below to her buttocks, a slimy gooey load slowly leaking from that once-virginal hole.
“That was...Nice.”
He grabbed his shirt and started to get dressed. He’d glanced at the time a moment before and noticed that the party was supposed to be ending in about 40 minutes. Given that it likely wouldn’t be so very easy for him to sneak back, he hoped that he could get back with the excuse that he’d been at the bathroom for a really long time.
Willow, the nice woman that she was, tidied herself up a little, the pants jerked up and tidied. The brooch put back in the proper spot as the cravat was pushed properly. She did not opt to change much about her attire, the shirt or whatever it was pulled back on again, the belt still supporting her waist. She smiled at him, patting his cheek affectionately.
“You...”
A soft sigh exploded from her lips as she looked at him, a tired expression on her features as she seemed to look at him. Her expression turned darker, as she looked down, her thighs still damp. The smell of sex clung to her body, as she smiled, a more genuine smile than before. Something seemed to have lifted off her shoulders.
“Can I request a favour, though?”
He regarded her for a moment, trying to formulate a response. Willow shifted her manner of standing for a moment, fixing him with a look that was imploring. It was a look that his sisters gave him when they needed something, a favour of sorts or something like it.
“Could you look after Weiss for me? She is so much like me, the wilful girl...”
He nodded. He would do that anyways, he knew. Jaune Arc was someone who did not give up on his friends, no matter the cost, even if that was his life. There was a look in his eyes that she saw and she pressed a light kiss to his lips in response to it, surprise in his eyes.
“Make her return home safely, Mister Arc. Please. And... And I'd like you to return with her.”
It was not the intimacy that they had shared or the liquor. It was the taste of the alcohol on her lips and that faint hint that he’d done something good for something, some sort of reprieve from the woes of the day, a deep and desperate need for something more.
“I’ll make sure that Weiss returns home safely, Willow.”
An old maid she might be, but she was at least caring for her, more caring than her own mother seemed to be. The woman gave a soft smile, waving him off.
“I’ll have to make sure that the mess is taken care of. By all means do see yourself out... I seem to need a shower after such a... straining evening of enjoyment.”
A coy little smile on her lips, as she looked at him with an look that he’d seen Weiss wear a few times. She looked awfully familiar with her hair down, he guessed that Weiss might be mimicking her... Winter certainly didn’t look that warm.
A hand reached in one of the cabinets and pulled out a bottle of something. It looked like Eau d’Schnee, but he couldn’t be sure of the label. The Schnee crest stood out on it though.
“Something for the smell. You will probably have to mingle a little with your friends before being allowed to depart... This should banish the worst of the smell.”
His skin felt sticky and his back felt a little wet, so he applied some of the perfume, or whatever it was. It smelled a bit like something his dad would use, something used by older men. He smoothed his short hair out a little, the woman giving him a once-over.
He made his way, aware that he was smelling like he’d just had some vigorous exercise that he was covering up with cologne or perfume or something else. It wasn’t going to be mentioned, because...
Because it wouldn’t be nice to make the woman suffer embarrassment. He’d connected with her on more than one level, he felt. She was someone who needed a comforting moment because he’d seen it in her eyes. He’d been that moment for her. He'd helped someone in need, again.
It felt good.
“Sooooo... Where did you get off to?”
Nora asked, and he didn’t answer. He scratched the back of his neck, as he saw General Ironwood and Winter come from the doors that had been dedicated to the meeting, Clover standing there like the good vanguard that he was. Nora seemed interested in finding out where he’d been.
“I was... to the bathroom. Ran into some company. They needed a hand.”
He caught Weiss being surrounded by several of the younger members of high society, wrapping an arm around her. He felt a little lighter for some reason, and he caught her looking a little surprised at the arm that suddenly wrapped around her.
“Hey Weiss, it’s time to go. Your leader’s looking a bit uncomfortable.”
He didn’t mind the dirty looks that he got, even as Weiss scrunched up her nose, clearly not fond of the touch.
“Hey, we’re talking to Miss Schnee here. You can’t just-“
He gave the young man a look, not taking his words seriously. If Weiss wasn’t comfortable, she wasn’t comfortable.
“I’m a licensed Huntsman and I’m here to retrieve Weiss Schnee for her team leader. If you want to question orders, go and bother General Ironwood, who seems to be intent on leaving.”
He saw Weiss give him a faint smile as he guided her away. He felt her pull away. “Did you run or something? You smell like my father in my dreams when he’s being chased by Grimm...”
He smiled at her. “Something like that. I really needed the bathroom.” She shook her head, the smile a little less grateful, but that didn’t matter. Willow’s words had came to mind, and he’d keep her safe, even if she’d just be a friend.
“Well, we should get to Ruby anyways.”
He sat in the car next to Ruby’s uncle, who was giving him a look. He didn’t know what that was about, but he guessed that it might’ve been about the liquor that’d soaked into his pants.
“Hit the drink hard, kid?”
He nodded, the man giving him a look that was hesitant and then clearing his throat. “Ain’t good for your health, kid. You smell like me after a bad night.” There was a faint murmur, as he rolled his shoulder.
“Good stuff though? Smells fancy.”
He guessed that it was. “Schwanentanz, I think. It was... strong.” Ren gave him a concerned look, as he brushed a hand through his hair. Ruby’s uncle looked a little too tired, rolling his shoulders.
“Some Atlas Rouge Rock too... I think that was the stuff that got splashed over me.”
A look of surprise and a low whistle from the man, clearly not thinking it to be mere light liquor.
“Woah, that stuff’s pricy. That’s a quarter-million per bottle...”
He supposed Willow had broken into the liquor cabinet of her bosses, if she’d had her special cabinet stocked with it. There had been a quite a few bottles in there. He knew that Ruby’s uncle was trying to get rid of the drinking habit.
“Did you... enjoy yourself?”
Ren always was delicate when asking, even with his eyes resting on his neck. He smiled, his eyes looking out of the window to the light-illuminated night.
“I met someone who cared for Weiss. We had a few drinks. A nice older lady.”
His friend gave his usual smile, which never really showed what he was thinking. It was a softness in the eyes that conveyed that gratitude. Ruby’s uncle gave one of those looks that his father might’ve also given, nudging Ren.
“Look at him, getting some action, huh? Was it good, kid?”
He blushed a little, aware that he had been found out. She had been like a deep craving, a passion below that surface of apathy and despair.
“Great. We talked a lot about Weiss when she was younger. She has been working for the Schnee family for a very long time, apparently.”
The man made an intrigued sound, shifting a little in his seating pattern. “Winter’s mom hasn’t had much in the way of staff. She told me about that... well, before we soured a bit on our professional relationship. The only guy in that household who was looking out for her and her little sister was some butler named Klein.”
That sounded right. Weiss had asked about the man, he’d apparently been let go. That was sad, he didn’t know whether Willow had been facing the same issues as the man, if she’d just been left to drink.
“So, you didn’t do anything with one of the women at the party, then? The blonde one was looking at you, after that little splash you made.”
He shook his head, the man grinning still. He didn’t think that Willow was a vapid woman who only seemed to concern herself with status.
“No, Willow was... Heh. A little moody, but sexy. She was... great.”
The man fell silent, as he looked at him for a moment, a nonplussed expression on his face.
“Wha?”
Ren looked at him with a weird smile on his face. Jaune didn’t really get it. Ruby’s uncle just looked like he’d heard something really funny.
“We eh, did it in Weiss’ dad’s office. I don’t think she was supposed to be in there.” The man started to laugh, shaking his head with amusement in his eyes.
“I guess that’s one way to give the middle finger to Jacques Schnee.”
He didn’t get what it was supposed to be about, but he wasn’t going to be complaining about it, he got laid. He smiled at the memory. She’d taken his virginity and he’d... he’d given his best to take her last.
“I hope that she got the broken desk cleaned up. She crashed right through it after I did her in the... eh, butt.”
Laughter came from the man, loud and uncontrolled, the man slapping his knees to keep some semblance.
“Kid, you’ve gotten luckier than most, y’know? Winter was looking like she wanted to take a bite out of people when she came out... Oof. Good on you, though.”
At Atlas Academy their faces were grave and weary. He wondered briefly whether he should ask Weiss about the happy memories with the old maid called Willow, but he waited until the briefing was done. Qrow gave him a look and a grin, looking at Winter as he did.
Winter Schnee spoke up, something about the failure of the negotiations or some-such, her hand pushing a strand of hair out of her face. It looked a little familiar.
“Sooo... Who was it? Who’s charmed our big bad leader?”
Nora asked, even with his gaze remaining on Winter as she spoke. There was something about her face, something that Weiss lacked and-
“Wait, what?”
He said, looking at Nora. She pointed at his neck.
“Hickey on your neck. Someone bit you and sucked. Pretty good deduction skills, right?”
She wasn’t that far with Ren, he guessed. He didn’t want to think too much about it, knowing that Ren and Nora liked their peace and quiet. Quiet more for Ren, and Peace too. Nora just liked to be hyper-active in the morning.
“Well, I ran into an older woman, who-“
The image on the screen turned to a very familiar room, featuring a familiar man behind a desk. Weiss’ father and... some guy that he didn’t know. The room was very familiar though, and he knew that he’d fucked the hot maid in that room, perhaps as a dig against the man who paid her wages.
“Ooh, ooh! You’ve had sex!”
He blushed, and he was aware that people were looking at him. Ruby’s uncle looked faintly amused, giving him a lazy thumbs-up, and he wondered briefly whether he could get out of this unscathed.
“Well, there was this older woman who I met at the party and I was a little drunk an-“
Weiss and Winter turned to him at the same time, and he started to notice their features blend together. The statuesque manner that Winter had and her chest and Weiss’ general features. If Willow had her hair in a ponytail, and Weiss matured a little with more of a bust, they'd probably look a lot like... Willow.
Blue eyes. Pale hair. Visits to Mantle, mentions of Weiss growing up and her father. The stories that a mother or a butler would know, but she'd never explicitly stated that she was a part of the staff. He'd thought it odd for a brief moment when she said that he hadn't had to clean, that there was staff for that sort of thing...
‘Oh, shit. OH SHIT!’
He was aware of the conversation falling silent, as someone’s Scroll went off, a small ding-dong-bleep-crackle. Weiss looked at him directly with an odd look and he dreaded to hear what was going to be said. It was going to be bad, he just knew it.
“That’s your Scroll notification tone. Please tell me that you didn’t lose your Scroll...”
She answered it, the small screen showing a face he knew well. The woman he had fucked only an hour and a half before.
“Hello and good evening, Weiss, Winter. Your father was a little displeased after your... abrupt departure. I found a Scroll laying about the house and I just had to call to inform that it was retrieved... Oh, and the breastplate is in good condition as well. Could you put Mister Arc on the Scroll for a moment?”
‘I fucked Weiss’ mom. No, wait, I fucked THEIR mom.’
He’d fucked her. He’d given her oral sex, she’d... Oh god, he’d fucked her mom on her father’s desk, if the room belonged to who he thought it did. This was bad. Weiss and Winter didn’t seem to pay too much attention, Weiss heaving a sigh of relief for some reason, mumbling for some sort of miracle. He took the Scroll and the woman smiled, freshly showered or something like it.
“I have packaged your breastplate and will have it delivered to Atlas Academy first thing in the morning, Mister Arc.”
The smile on her lips was warmer and kinder than the pained look that he’d seen before on her. He could notice Nora’s eyes going wide, as she connected the dots. He didn’t think Weiss and Winter did, even if the woman herself was talking. He gave a stammered thank you, flushing bright red.
“Here, eh... Here’s your daughter again, thank you, Mrs Schnee.”
Her mouth formed a perfect O. She looked at him as if he’d grown a second head. He just might’ve, with how badly he’d fucked up. Ren gave him a look too, surprise visible on his face.
“Are you well, mother?”
‘I think it’s time to leave.’
He made his way out of the room before more could happen. He didn’t think Weiss or Winter would take it well to know that he had slept with their mother.
It had been wonderful, though. It was a memory he would cherish.
He slept badly, Nora immediately bursting loose with questions upon entering the room they had as theirs in the dorms. He didn’t see Weiss or Winter, though Ruby came by asking how he was. He had smiled and said that something didn’t quite agree with his system. The hangover he felt in the morning was not worth the trouble either...
He’d fucked their mom.
Damn.
Maybe the ladies loved it indeed.
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