Pulling his hood up Jaune walked down the street to the corner. Standing at it for a moment, he turned and walked down the same street again avoiding the people. Pausing at the next corner Jaune again walked down the same street, not letting his eyes stray towards one of the small stores the block contained.

Reaching the corner, he had started pacing at Jaune leveled his shoulders and took in a steadying breath. Turning the blonde Hunter stepped into the shop, a small bell on the door rung and Jaune winced.

The sheep Faunus sitting at the shop's counter looked up.

Jaune met her eyes for a moment, the Fauns slowly blinked looking disinterested. Dropping his eyes to the floor Jaune nearly walking into the first row of shelves.

Barely catching himself, Jaune stared at the 'personal massagers' on the shelf he'd nearly knocked over. Jaune not wanting to look odd in front of the clerk examined the devices.

Jaune was consciously avoiding thinking of using any 'personal massagers' on Pyrrha. Along with everything else in the shop, his imagination didn't compare to what it could be, and getting excited with the girl at the counter watching him would be too embarrassing.

Turning away from the display, but noting the one device that was on sale Jaune let his eyes roam over the shop. Jaune slowly pushed his hood down realizing it was awkward. Spotting he wanted Jaune carefully moved over to it and began to examine the products.

The collars were something he was sure he was going to buy.

Even if there was only a one percent chance he could convince Pyrrha to wear one. It would be worth it. The mental image of her wearing a collar, her diadem, and nothing else was constantly running through his head.

Jaune cursed his own mental inhibition's as he looked over the strips of leather. In every conceivable scenario his mind produced, Pyrrha's modesty was maintained, his eyes locked on her face.

"You a Hunter?"

Jaune jumped and spun around, "What? Yes!" he squeaked at the sheep Faunus. Who was now standing directly behind him.

"Figured."

Jaune looked at the girl, "Why?"

She chuckled, "You're nervous as hell, jumpy, but you still came into the shop, also the armor. Most people don't walk around in it."

Jaune glanced down at his breastplate, "uh, right."

"You're going to need our dust infused products if your Sub is a Huntress or Hunter."

Jaune blinked, "uh. Right. Why?"

The Faunus rolled her eyes, "Because you've got aura primed to activate. You cause too much pain with any object and the body will reject it via instinct. The dust compensates to get past it, same way that doctors do for surgery. Don't worry, the owner keeps the prices competitive. You might have to re-infuse them with dust every few months though."

Jaune slowly nodded, "Right. How did you know my, uh partner was a Huntress?"

The Faunus rolled her head back laughing, nearly hitting Jaune with her horns. "Stick teenagers into highly stressful situations, with teammates of the opposite sex, and have them live together in the same dorm? I'm certain no one makes it out of Beacon a virgin. Hunter's also usually stick with Hunters."

The girl poked at her chest, and Jaune's eyes were drawn to it for a moment. "locked aura's and all. Makes for some seriously unfairly unrealistic porn." The girl reaching behind Jaune, leaning so close she nearly touched his chest with her own lifted a cane off the shelf and swung it expertly through the air.

"Tie a Huntress up, and you can wail away on her all day if she's got enough aura. Not to mention they're more used to pain, and even the most innocent looking one's can kick ass."

Jaune hadn't really thought of it like that before, but at the same time he couldn't really disagree with her.

He'd gone to a civilian school for most of his basic education, where the Grimm were still the far-off threat outside the boarders of the kingdom and not part of classroom instruction. Considering it now, Jaune realized that the bullies he had suffered through most of his life were now the people he was protecting. With his aura, and training, thinking of them as dangerous was laughable.

The girls at Beacon were feminine, and most were carrying around semi-automatic weapons. The girls at his old school would have gone running and screaming in the opposite direction if they ran into a Boarbatusk. Most at Beacon wouldn't even break step, dispatching the weak thing in moments.

"I can't disagree." said Jaune hesitating as the girl spun the cane around, "So, where is the stuff I should buy then?"

"Right. Sorry, this way." The girl tossed the cane back up onto the shelf, and grabbing Jaune's shirt dragged him through the shelf past a large display of additional massager's and lubricants into a smaller room off from the main shop.

Jaune smelled the massive amounts of dust in the room, and blinked.

The items in this room, were more subdued in some ways. Instead of flashy, colorful, and mass produced like the majority of the products in the main room, everything in this room looked custom made. Everything was composed of thicker and more durable materials. Sweeping his eyes over the smaller room Jaune's eyes momentarily stuck on the very familiar looking crop on top of one glass display.

Leaning over to one shelf Jaune swallowed, and felt the blood drain away from his face.

"Uh, look," Jaune paused, "What's your name?"

The girl glanced down at her chest, "Oh, damn sorry. It's Ditey Azure. You are?"

"Jaune, Ditey. These prices…"

Ditey frowned and looked Jaune up and down, "New customers get a 50% discount."

"Really?"

"They do if they can convince me too. So, tell me. What kind of girl is your Sub? Or, wait is it a guy?"

"No, a she." Jaune shifted and looked away, "How did you know I'm the Dom?"

"You work in this kind of shop long enough you can tell. You're embarrassed, and you look like a dork. The brash guys who come into the shop and tell me there the Dominants? If they even know what that means usually end up being at the very least a Switch. Don't have the patience to put the work in on being a real Dom."

"I'm a dork?"

Ditey smiled, "Your girl. Describe her, come on!"

Jaune shifted and leaned against the nearest wall, Ditey moved towards him cutting off the avenues of escape.

Jaune closed his eyes, "Strong, dedicated, smart, brave, beautiful, perfect."

Ditey laughed and Jaune's eyes snapped open to glare at her, "What?"

"You sound like every other young dork that's been in love."

"You're how old?" challenged Jaune.

The girl smiled, leaning forwards she patted Jaune's cheek. "Old enough to know that young loves got some advantages."

Turning leaving a stunned Jaune by the entrance Ditey quickly walked a lap around the small room, grabbing items off the racks and shelves as she did so. Holding them all with one arm she grabbed Jaune and dragged him back out into the main shop area.

Letting go of him she grabbed several more items off the shelves, and moved to her counter dropping everything down on it.

"This should be everything to get you started I think."

Jaune glanced down at the material's and a few of the price tags. "Ditey, I appreciate the help and everything but I can't buy all of that."

The girl shrugged, "For 100 Lien?"

Jaune picked up one of the strips of leather, "This alone is 120 Lien!"

"Like I said, discount. Besides, you can't afford the cheap stuff. Trust me, the last thing you want is for something to break when she gets excited. She will, you dorks might not feel confident but damn the ones who do their research?" Ditey shivered, "They're the good ones."

Jaune blushed and looked down at the materials. Taking all the Lien from his pocket, he put it down on the counter.

"You're not going to get in trouble with the owner, are you?" asked Jaune.

"Nope!"

Ditey took the money and throwing it into the cash register quickly threw all the items into a black bag. "Here you are Jaune, do make sure to come back! We appreciate customer loyalty."

Jaune stepped back dazed as she shoved the bag into his hand. Glancing down at it and then back at the girl he slowly turned and nearly ran out of the shop barely avoiding tripping over the same display he had nearly run into when he entered.

Ditey watched him leave, her eyes focused intensely on his heart. Her eyes glowing, she sorted through the emotions and the small links that twined through the air away from him. It was going to be interesting to look at when the girl came to the shop.

"Ahem."

Ditey winced, and slowly turned to look at the back entrance. The Old white haired owner tapped his foot and continued to glare.

"Sorry!" said Ditey.

The Owner grunted under his breath rolled his eyes and pointed at the broom.

Ditey groaned.

Shifting in the library chair Pyrrha turned the page and continued to read, the first Vale civil war wasn't the most stimulating of concepts though. She had already completed most of the paper for Oobleck, still one of the dates felt wrong.

"Pyrrha, are you feeling unwell?" asked Ren.

Pyrrha glanced up, "I'm fine!"

Nora frowned, and looked up as well. Her hand continued to speed across her page scribbling down what had to be her third draft of the paper. She and Ren approached the assignments with completely opposite strategies.

"You sure? You didn't eat something funny or something? My stomach still hurts a little bit from all of the popcorn I had at the theaters yesterday."

"Nora, most people would be in the infirmary after eating four large buckets of popcorn." Said Ren as he carefully wrote another sentence of his own report.

"No, I'm fine. Really."

Ren nodded, "I'm not sure Jaune is though, he actually got up at five or so this morning."

"Really?" asked Pyrrha.

"He tripped over something and ran into my bed. He was trying to be quite I think."

Nora groaned, "It's the weekend! Why did he get up at five?"

"He completed the paper, I saw his on the desk. Where he went after that I don't know. I am surprised he didn't wake you up though." Said Ren looking across at Pyrrha.

Pyrrha shrugged, "I was tired." She hadn't really wanted to wake up. Her dreams last night had been some of the most, erotic in her life. The combination of Jaune's affections paired with one of her dirtiest secrets had done wonders.

Trying to recall the images only pushed them further away, but combined with the ache from where Jaune had spanked her, she wouldn't have been working on the paper if Ren and Nora hadn't dragged her to the library.

"Jaune getting his work done early? That's strange." Said Nora.

"He must have had something he had to get done today. It is strange he didn't tell us what it was though." Said Ren.

"You don't think Cardin's threatening him again do you?" asked Nora.

Pyrrha shook her head, "No. He wouldn't let that happen again. I think he's just got to sort some things out."

Ren set his pen down and turned to look up at her, "Oh?"

Pyrrha swallowed, and turned back to her own paper. Ren was perceptive enough, she had no doubt he was going to notice the fact that the relationship between Jaune and herself had changed in some way.

"I'm finished, are you two good if I head back to the Dorm? I'd like to get some practice in."

Pyrrha quickly collected her books and paper.

"See ya Pyrrha!" said Nora as she frowned down at her own paper, only now realizing she had broken her pen and ink was pooling across it.

Rushing through the academy Pyrrha made it back to the dorm. Setting her papers and books down she paused, and looked at the desk. Less than a say ago, she had been bent over it Jaune standing beside her.

Blushing at the memory Pyrrha quickly went to her wardrobe and stripping out of her uniform quickly donned her armor. She needed to think, and combat was the only thing that could clear her mind, reducing the normal buzz into a cold concentrated tranquil fury.

There were times she envied Yang and the other combatants who could let loose, it was something she could never let happen on the battlefield. Like every other Hunter, her Semblance was linked to emotion. Losing control of hers would strip her allies of their weapons, and Grimm had no metal in them. So, it wasn't directly useful against them.

It made combat in tournaments easy, which was why she avoided it as much as possible. She could sit in the middle of an arena and turn the Hunter's weapons against them. She had to remain in control if she wanted a challenge.

Except yesterday, Pyrrha had let loose, and not loss control. Slowing the Invincible Girl looked around the dorm. The light fixtures, and other metal objects were still in place. If she had lost control everything would have shifted.

Thinking over what could be different between what Jaune had been doing yesterday and combat Pyrrha opened the door to the hallway, "Blake!" she said nearly running into the girl.

"Pyrrha." Said Blake, her voice cool.

Pyrrha stepped back, "How can I help you?"

The bow on top of Blake's head twitched, "I was reading yesterday. A very interesting book."

"That's nice?" said Pyrrha.

Blake nodded, "Until I was interrupted by the sounds across the hall. I have very good ears," Pyrrha blushed at that, "and so do a lot of other people."

Pyrrha gaped at her for a moment, trying to think of what to say.

Blake looked at her eyes piercing, "From what I heard, whoever was interrupting my reading was having a very good time. Still, some other people with very good hearing might be interested in what the best Huntress in our class is doing."

Pyrrha's eyes widened and the blush deepened, "I will, I'll keep that in mind Blake. Thank you."

Blake's lips twitched, "If you want to borrow some of my books, you can."

"Thank you, Blake I'm fine for now."

The girl nodded, and bolted from the door diving back into her own team's room. Pyrrha closed her eyes for a moment, collecting herself she stepped back into the hallway. She needed a distraction.

A/N So that would be setup, we're not going for wham bam thank you Ma'am on this. We will get to the nasty though, don't worry. Also, don't expect the all of the updates to be this fast. I'd also like to here what you guys think!