This is the first writing that I have ever put out into the public. And honestly, the response has been encouraging.

I have been putting together a series of novels, of my own creation, since I was about 6 y/o. But my confidence in my writing is not great. And despite encouragement and goading from friends and family, most of my writing remains unfinished and unpublished.

However, yesterday (May 4th, 2017) I was having dinner with one of my best friends and regaling them about the latest plot twist I had come up with. He got mad at me for keeping my stories and imagination to myself and we argued about my literary works for a bit. This is not uncommon; every other month I have a new idea I run by my peers.

So he laid out a challenge: I could write anything I wanted. A short story, a poem, a song, fanfiction. Anything! But I had to publish it online when I was done.

We argued a bit more… and then he gave me a deadline. He told me.

"You'll start writing at 11 am! That gives you plenty of time to get up and get ready for the day before you get started. I want you to link whatever it is. Whatever you come up with. To me by 6 pm when I get off work. No exceptions!"

I spent the rest of the night trying to figure out what to write to no avail. Then when I got up on the 5th, I decided I would borrow a couple characters and just make up some of my typical bedtime smut fantasies. But with more detail.

The result is what you'll read bellow. Though it has now been modified and added to.

Please feel free to review. Good or bad. It will only help me in the long run. And hey, just imagine what I could do if I got better at this. :D

I do not own RWBY or anything related to it.

Chapter 1

Full House

Night was falling. The few clouds, drifting lazily through the cooling air, had gone from white to dull gray as the sun slowly sank away. What little of the horizon could be seen between trees to the West, was ablaze with the dying light of the day.

It's hard to hunt Grimm in the dark.

Not that they were having much luck anyhow.

It had seemed like a blessing when they had spotted a small group of Beowolves first thing in the morning. Their blood had been pumping, and they were eager to start the day. But with a sharp hiss from the Heiress, the pair of blondes composed themselves. Today was a test of their abilities, and a few stragglers wouldn't fulfill the requirements of this hunt.

It had only taken them 4 hours to find a small nest of them.

The few they were following wandered through the forest for a while before the creatures picking up a scent. A spike of panic ran through the team as they feared they had been discovered. After a moment, another Beowulf popped out into view. This unexpected addition quickly led the rest back to a cave burrowed into the side of a knoll.

But by then, the thrill was waning. This slow and steady approach was a necessity, but it wasn't much fun.

The hunters took up positions around the pack. Yang would be front and center, blocking the obvious escape route. Weiss and Jaune would come in from the North and South. Leaving the Grimm's own hovel as their only retreat.

Fish in the proverbial barrel.

"Hello Uglies," Yang announced herself as she stepped into the small clearing around the den's entrance. She put on a faux look of concern as she brought a finger to her chin. "I'm a little lost. Could one of you help me out?"

The pack stood frozen for a moment. Clearly, she had taken them off guard. But with a series of growls and barks, they surged towards her. An Alpha stood up from behind the assembly and bellowed his challenge at the lone huntress.

Yang, taking an aggressive stance, smiled in response.

As the pack began to spread out around her, a silver blade flashed through the underbrush from her left. Followed quickly by a white shield and the man holding it. Jaune raised his weapons defensively as all eyes turned to him and the victim dissipating at his feet.

This moment of distraction was all the Heiress needed. A glyph formed at the other side of the clearing, out of the surprised Grimm's sight line. A burst of crystalline ice rained forward, peppering several of the Beowolves from behind. It was quickly followed by the lithe form of a woman, as she pierced the neck of her nearest foe. Weiss danced back a few steps, changing her stance in preparation for the next stage of the plan.

With a gleeful yell, Yang launched herself into the fray. The creatures, in their surprise, had begun to fall back. Closing ranks around their Alpha. The sudden fury of this new attack forced them to back away even further.

After the first two Grimm fell to well-executed strikes, the Alpha stepped forward to guard its pack. Yang was forced back, but not by much as she quickly counter-attacked the larger creature.

As Yang went to work on their leader, Weiss and Jaune quickly flung themselves at the rest of their prey. The two young hunters made quick work of the smaller Beowolves. The creatures slowly, defensively, backing into their den where they could no longer escape the blades that followed.

With their work complete, they turned back to help Yang.

Not that she had needed it.

She stood, with hands on her hips and a smile on her face. The large Alpha slowly dissipating into black smoke behind her.

"One down, two to go." She bellowed triumphantly, both thumbs up in front of her.

Weiss sighed loudly, shaking her head. "At this rate, we'll never be done before nightfall."

She had been right.

An entire day had rolled by. And despite their best efforts, they hadn't seen another Grimm all day.

"Jaune!" Yang called from somewhere behind him. "Come on, I'm getting hungry."

Picking up another twig he tested the end with his thumb. It broke easily, indicating dry wood.

"I'm coming." He responded over his shoulder as he readjusted the load of sticks and branches under his arm. Then quietly to himself. "Just need a few more pieces."

He found his next victim a few feet away. But as he stepped towards it, he rediscovered too late that damp moss can be slippery. With a crash and the snapping of twigs, he came down hard on his tailbone. His hips reflexively thrusting forward as he rolled sideways and stifled a wail. Back and forth he rolled for a few moments while the stinging pain went away. Then picking himself back up, a warm throbbing still present in his backside, he decided he had enough firewood.

As soon as he gathered it back together.

"Finally," Weiss growled as Jaune walked through the cave entrance. "I was starting to think we were going to have to send out a search party."

"Aww, you do care." Yang mused at the Heiress and received an agitated look in response.

Jaune set the wood down beside the ring of rocks between them. "Sorry, I didn't want to grab anything that would create too much smoke in here."

Jaune indicated to the small cave they were going to spend the night in. It was the only good cover they had found throughout their day of exploring. It also happens to be where they had killed their only Alpha for the day.

Yang bent down over the empty fire pit, leaning across to grab some of the smaller sticks Jaune had brought with him. It gave the boy an instant and thorough look down her tank top. Jaune's eyes hovered for a moment before he darted them away, turning to look at anything else.

"What's the matter?" Yang asked, the amusement clear in her voice. A flirty smile crossed her lips. "Did you see something interesting?"

Jaune gulped. He hadn't seen anything, not really. They were just big. And they swayed when she moved. It made him wonder what they felt like. Were they heavy? I bet they're probably really soft. Like pillows, or clouds.

"No! Nothing!" He choked out instinctually.

His face began to burn red.

"Mmmhm." Yang nodded slowly. A sly look in her eye as she stacked smaller sticks into a loose pyramid within the fire pit.

A stomp sounded loudly in the confines of the small den. "Can we get a fire going already? I'm freezing! And it's only going to get colder."

Eyes turned to the Heiress seated sideways on a small boulder. Her skirt turned neatly away from the only male present. She frowned down her nose at them as she folded her arms over her more diminutive chest. A spark of thought quickly entered and left Jaune's mind.

"I just need a light," Yang replied, reaching a hand out between the both of them.

Jaune reached into the back pocket of his jeans, producing a small flint and steel. He passed them over without hesitation. He was just as eager to get this fire going. Once it was set to burning, the troupe started pulling together what little food they had left.

This mission was going to take all day, they knew that. But now it was night, and none of them had been prepared to still be out here. They could have returned to the landing zone. Only that would have been considered a forfeit for their team.

How was Jaune supposed to convince Weiss and Yang to give up and go home?

Weiss was notoriously stubborn. With a can-do attitude towards anything someone told her she couldn't do. And for Yang, this was all a game to her. One that she didn't plan on losing.

As a result; when lunch had arrived, they had voted to ration a little food, just in case. And now, that decision was reaping some small reward. At least they wouldn't starve tonight.

"Man, Nora is missing out," Yang said sarcastically as she cheerfully stirred their stew. "Little jerky, some water, little freeze dried veggies and a pack of instant noodles. I am a damn good cook."

"I would be surprised if she left any of this…" Weiss sniffed the air, then turned up her nose. "Slop… To the rest of us."

Yang, clutched her spoon tightly, glaring at Weiss. Her gaze daring the Heiress to do better under the circumstances. But her fury went completely ignored.

"She uses up a lot of energy," Jaune spoke softly. Eyes cast towards the dancing flames. His voice carrying easily in the confines of their shelter. "She spends a lot of time keeping everyone's spirits up. Supporting me. Cheering for Ren. Just having fun in general. But she trains hard too."

"I didn't mean…" Weiss sputtered. She hadn't meant to be insulting.

Weiss spotted the end of Yang's glare as the blonde returned her attention to the pot. Suddenly the Heiress was feeling a little self-conscious. She really hadn't meant anything malicious. It was just the truth. Why was Yang being so righteous?

"It's ok," Jaune responded without looking away from the campfire. "She got in over her head this time. Too much is too much. Even for Nora."

"I knew she'd never finish the tenth plate." Yang chuckled to herself and pointed her spoon towards the man on the other side of the fire. "And now Blake owes me 10 Lien."

"It's not like it really matters at this point." He continued with a dismissive gesture. "It's not like one more person would have helped up find more Grimm. They're just fewer around, this close to the capital."

"You never know though. That girl moves quick. And makes a lot of noise when she wants too." Yang smiled up at Jaune. "I'm sure we could have got the Grimm coming to us."

A silence fell over the group. They were all fatigued from a long day of reconnaissance. Weiss shuffled uncomfortably on her cold, hard seat, while Yang and Jaune sat comfortably before the warm fire. The stew gave off a smell like bacon, which had their cook grinning with anticipation.

Jaune took the moment to unbuckle his breastplate. Then slipped off his pauldrons and removing his sword belt he placed his heavy gear against the wall at the back of their abode. Loosing a relieved sigh as his burden was lifted.

Standing, Yang and removed her gauntlets, flexing her hands gently. Then as she passed Weiss, she offered to take her rapier. The Heiress relinquished it reluctantly, and their equipment joined Jaune's pile.

"Should be good to eat," Yang announced returning to her place by the fire and tapping the spoon on the side of the small pot.

Jaune reached into a pouch on his hip and passed Yang his bowl.

She quickly ladled a small portion into it and handed it back to him. The smell of it filled his nostrils and he immediately dug in. It was delicious. He was disappointed that they had so little to share.

Weiss ate gingerly from her own bowl. She appeared unsure about what to think about the taste. Her conflicting thoughts found the hastily made slop, delectable. And although she ate it carefully, it was all gone before she was truly done.

Yang finished what was left in the pot. Gingerly taking it off of the fire, so she could feed the flames a little higher. She was disappointed, it could have used a little salt and pepper. The taste of fresh bread would have made in perfect. Her portion was briefly satisfying but brought her thoughts to what they would do for breakfast.

"I guess now we have to discuss who wants to take first watch," Jaune spoke up as Yang pushed her dish away, licking what remained off her spoon before tossing to into the pot.

"Why?" Yang asked, real confusion crossing her expression.

"So we don't wake up in the jaws of an Ursa, you dunce." Came a sharp, high-pitched response.

"Weiss," Yang took to her feet and turned to her teammate. "Could you stand up?"

"Wh-what? I just meant that someone has to watch out for danger."

Yang made a motion for the heiress to rise and the white-haired girl rose. Weiss dusted off her skirt as if she had stood up for that exact purpose. Standing tall, but still a head shorter even in high heels, she faced the blonde squarely.

"Excuse me," Yang announced stepping towards and past the other woman.

With two hands on the boulder and an unladylike grunt, Yang heaved the heiress' throne off the ground. She turned slowly and awkwardly, under the short roof, as she moved towards the entrance of the cave. There, Yang dropped the boulder on its side and slid it into place.

Effectively blocking access to the outside.

A small bit of space remained on one side of the makeshift barricade. Enough that Jaune thought he could slide his arm through, but certainly not the rest of him.

"There!" Yang announced, dusting her hands and smiling triumphantly. "All safe and secure for the night."

"You'd better not be too lazy to move that in the morning." Weiss retorted with a scoff.

"Nice work, Yang." Jaune smiled at his fellow blonde.

Yang smiled back at him. Ignoring the haughty princess' remark. She did good work, she knew it. But it was nice to be appreciated.

Moving back to the fire, she had a bit of pep in her step as she moved to sit next to the boy. She crossed her legs, half facing the fire and the other half facing Jaune.

"So now that you can't escape…" Her flirtatious tone peaked again and Yang leaned a little closer to Jaune. He instinctually leaned back, feeling suddenly trapped. "Do you happen to have a crush on anyone I know?"

"What?" Jaune croaked, leaning further away from the blonde bombshell.

Weiss knelt herself down on his other side, the three of them now crowding one side of the fire. "Oh, yes! Is there anyone special that you're interested in?"

Startled, Jaune quickly leaned away from Weiss as well, causing him to tip over. He caught himself on his elbows and scurried back a few inches.

"I… I…" He stuttered under the gaze of two of the most beautiful women he knew. "I kinda… have o-one… in… mind."

They both leaned in a little closer. Their smiles widening, almost raptorial. It caused Jaune to swallow hard when his breath caught in his throat.

"Oh?" The girls responded in unison. Waiting for him to continue.

"I-It's no-nothing. Just a little crush. It will g-go away on its own."

"No need to be shy, Jaune," Yang reassured him spreading her hand amenably. "We're all friends here."

"It's not… not like that. It's nothing. R-really." He pressed.

His face was becoming flush and he was trying to look away. His gaze felt trapped, tangled in a spider's web, lost in a soft set of lilac eyes. Whenever his sight did manage to wander, they fell on the cool blue set, an icy prison that bore into him. When he tried to escape from either of those cages, they landed on the pillow like wonders dangling from Yang, as she leaned closer and provided him a fulfilling view.

Yang suddenly glanced down at herself. Then when her gaze returned, it was even more wolfish than before. Her smile widened to a maniacal degree, as she started crawling towards the boy. She added a bit of embellishment to her movements as she approached. Letting her breasts sway a little more enticingly.

"Could it be one of us?" The bombshell suggested slyly as she crawled over top of him.

She brought herself face to face with Jaune, who swallowed dryly. He could feel her breath on his chin as her half-lidded gaze locked his into place. One of her knees was placed precariously between his legs as her swaying chest gently rubbed up against his breastbone.

Jaune gaped at the situation. His breath was coming heavily. He'd been close to women before, sure. But never so intimately. He was being seduced, he knew it, but right now he didn't care.

"Hmmm?" Yang hummed the question at him, laying her body slightly forward and against him.

She was burning on the inside. Not for an answer. Just for… anything.

His reaction to her advance was so cute. So innocent. She wanted to make him squirm a little more. Yang knew she had his attention, all of it, focused on her. Jaune's desire for her was palpable, but it wasn't enough. She wanted him to crave her. To need her as bad as water in the desert.

Yang never moved her gaze from his eyes, watching him watch her. She pressed the length of her body against him a little more. Her breasts firmly against his chest. Her face dipping a little closer.

She could feel his breath on her nose.

Instinctually, she glanced down at his lips. Feeling his breath told her how close they were. Plump and pink, she felt a sudden urge to taste the delicacy before her.

Her gaze moved back to his eyes, only to find him looking at her own lips. Then his deep blue stare returned to her. He watched her. Waiting.

"Ahem." Weiss cleared her throat. Trying to gently remind her golden haired teammates that she was still present.

She was uncomfortable. They had started teasing Jaune; just trying to wrestle some juicy gossip out of him. Or maybe they could try steering him Pyrrha's way. The red-head clearly had a thing for her partner. But now things were clearly spiraling out of control. Weiss could feel heat rising into her face and neck.

Perhaps she was sitting too close to the fire.

Yang seemed to snap out of it. Her half-lidded, bedroom eyes, widened a little in realization. But she didn't move immediately. She didn't really want to. Being this close to Jaune was… comfortable.

Jaune made another stiff swallow as his body was clearly reacting to Yang's advances. He didn't really want her to move, but this was bad. This was really bad. He didn't want to embarrass himself. Not in front of his friends.

Friends.

Right, they were friends. They thought as they moved apart.

Yang stood up and away from Jaune. She made her way around to the other side of the fire, adjusting herself as she went. Her clothes were feeling a little warm and clingy. She sat down opposite to Weiss as the heiress straightened her posture.

Jaune watched her go, enticed by her movements and immediately missing their close proximity. He sat up and crossed his legs where he was. Grabbing his shoes to help him balance gently on his still sore tailbone. And to conceal the firm member pressed painfully against the inside of his jeans as he readjusted his position.

"So torture isn't going to work." Yang mused as if nothing had happened. Then in a fake whiny tone, "Why can't you just tell us. We're your friends aren't we?"

She followed that up with a set of puppy dog eyes and pleading hand.

Jaune huffed in an attempt not to laugh and look properly indignant. "It's just a crush. I don't need everyone blowing it out of proportion. B-besides, I don't have time for that sort of thing."

"School and training are important," Weiss stated, exchanging a look with Yang. "But you have to know when to let off a little steam too. If you don't, it can affect your studies."

"Yeah, learn to relax." Yang stretched herself out alongside the fire. "It's not like we're going to make fun of you for liking someone. We're just curious."

"But…" His voice dropped lower, but the sound still carried freely in their small hovel. "It's personal…"

"You don't have to tell us…" Weiss put on a small smile.

"Yes, he does!" Yang interceded quickly. "And if he does… maybe we…" She indicated to herself and the Heiress, "Can reward you in some way."

She winked, her wolfish look returning. Yang wasn't done with him yet. She wanted him parched; starved for her attention again. Something was rising inside her, like a hunger. And poor Jaune just looked so delicious.

Weiss scoffed at the blonde stretched out across from her. "And what do you mean by that?"

Yang shrugged, appearing nonchalant. Her stomach did a little flip and tightened as a few ideas crossed her mind. She smiled and her eyelids drooped slightly as she looked towards Jaune.

"Well? What do you think? Fair deal?"

Jaune felt confused. Somehow he knew it was a trap, but he was almost eager to spring it. Just to see what might happen. What did she have in mind? Would she press herself up against him again? More than that? Less? He had wanted to kiss her. Still did.

"I don't… know." He said hesitantly.

Yang just shrugged her shoulders, he eyes drifted away from him as if it didn't matter. But she was seething inside. She wanted him to take the deal. She didn't even care about the gossip anymore, just what might happen after he confessed.

Would something happen? Was she really going to do something? With Jaune?

The silence drifted through the cave. Weiss busied herself building up their dying fire. Yang refused to look in Jaune's direction. Meanwhile, that was all Jaune wanted. And after several minutes, it almost felt like the conversation was over.

"I kind of… have a thing for…" Jaune paused, reassessing if the trap was worth stepping into.

Weiss had perked up but was doing her best not to look interested. But the way her body leaned in his direction and how she had suddenly held her breath were strong indications of her intrigued state.

Yang didn't bother trying to fake anything. She pulled her legs up under her and sat facing Jaune. She leaned forward gently, expectantly. But in her smile was a hint of nervousness. She wasn't sure what she would do next; once he fulfilled his end of the bargain.

"Weiss." Jaune finished, his face glowing with humiliation.

He felt like his head was going to explode from the embarrassment. He turned to look away, he couldn't believe that he had said it. Out loud. In front of her.

There was a sudden stretch where no one said anything.

"Aww!" Yang groaned, "I was sure you were going to say it was me."

Weiss had turned completely red in the face.

She'd never had someone be so brazen. All the men she knew liked her for her title and family name. They would dig at her, befriend her and try to sneak their way into her life. It was all a political game to them. But somehow, this was different. She actually knew Jaune as a person, not just another rich kid with titles. She couldn't look at him right now.

But he'd said it was just a crush. And that it would go away on its own. So, there was no reason to overreact.

Jaune peeked over at Weiss. She was blushing and avoiding looking in his direction. Was that a good thing? Or did I just ruin everything?

His eye wandered over to Yang. Only to find her much closer than she had been a second ago. She was sitting right next to him, her back to the fire. The joyful smile on her face was intoxicating and he was suddenly, reluctantly, smiling back at her.

"There! Don't you feel better now that it's out in the open?"

"Yeah, a little." He lied, looking sheepishly at the ground. He stole another quick peek to see the Heiress still refusing to look his way.

Yang continued, undeterred. "So what is it about her that caught your eye? Is it because she's rich? Or because she's such a cutie? Oh, oh, oh! Maybe you heard her singing in the shower? She's got such a lovely voice."

"Yang!" Weiss cried out in dismay as if her friend had just revealed a big secret.

Weiss, now facing the other two, let her eyes wander to Jaune. He was looking at her with big blue eyes. She felt her heart flutter and heat rush into her face again as she turned away. She couldn't face him. What could she say? Good for you? I like me too? I don't know.

"So...?" The bombshell pressed. Playfully patting his knee to get his attention.

Jaune looked at her for a moment. Processing the question.

Averting his gaze. "I don't know. I just have a crush on her, that all."

Just a crush. That's all it was. No need for anyone to get worked up about it.

"Jaune…" Yang's voice inquired, more throatily than before. "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"

Jaune struggled to look at the girl in front of him. He felt the familiar rush of blood into his face as his cheeks reddened. "N-No."

The lilac eyes were locked onto his, half-lidded, as she smiled. Her teeth disappeared briefly as she licked her lips. They had felt suddenly parched.

Then she leaned in.

Proofread and latest adjustments: May 7, 2017

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