"Pyrrha! Come here!"

"Yes, Jaune? Did you need something?"

"I know that I kind of treated you poorly leading up to the dance, but I think I know how to make it up to you," Jaune replied.

"Oh? And how is that?"

"Well, to start, I wrote you this song," Jaune said, brandishing his guitar.

Jaune's honeyed voice drifted through the halls, his guitar strums filling their dorm room and flowing out through the windows and playing with the trees.

Pyrrha's legs began to feel weak as she listened to Jaune's sweet music. She sat down next to Jaune on the bed and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Hey."

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry that I ignored you. I thought you had so many better guys lining up to take you to the dance, and I was looking the wrong way," Jaune hummed.

"It's... It's ok," Pyrrha responded, her head foggy with Jaune's scent.

"No, I think there's more that I need to do," Jaune said, rising off his bed.

Pyrrha, startled from her trance, looked up into his deep blue eyes, staring into her soul, seeing her true heart. How defenseless she felt when around him, how she stared at him longingly after he had already fallen asleep, how she thought of him when the storms were extra fierce, and she just wanted someone to hold her.

Jaune closed the door and locked it. Pyrrha, still in a daze after the soul touching look from Jaune, laid back on his bed, her knees dangling off the edge as her feet brushed the floor.

Jaune shut the windows next, then removed the top half of his school uniform, and approached Pyrrha. He planted his hands on either side of Pyrrha's crimson locks, his toned body just inches from hers. Pyrrha instinctively put her hands up to protect herself, and was met with muscle as hard as rock, sculpted by their late night training.

"Jaune..." Pyrrha sighed, blushing a brilliant shade of red.

Jaune's lips stopped her from continuing. He started with her lips, then moved to her cheek, and onto her neck, his hand pulling the uniform's collar away, his fingers slowly unclasping the buttons on her jacket.

"I... It feels... Oh..." was as much as Pyrrha could think to say, as her mind could only think of her desire as Jaune's fingers began to pull her shirt up, above her head now, exposing her crimson bra to the world.

"Do you want me to stop?" Jaune asked, looking Pyrrha in the eyes again, his hands setting every part of her skin on fire that they touched.

"No... Please keep going... It just feels so good..." Pyrrha pleaded, her hands reaching down to her pants, unlatching the skirt and kicking her shoes off.

Jaune moved down, pulling the skirt off as he went. Slowly, as if he knew they would not be disturbed.

"Wait, what about Ren? AND NORA?" Pyrrha sat up with a shock, horrified at the thought of the bubbly girl discovering her and their leader making love.

"Relax, they're in Vale buying ingredients for pancakes. After all, we're out of syrup," Jaune said with a wink, producing the bottle from underneath his bed.

"And... And you're sure you locked the door?" Pyrrha said nervously, glancing to see if the deadbolt was turned.

"Yes, now lay back down," Jaune said, pulling her skirt and panty hose off as her head hit the soft bed again.

And there they were. The great Pyrrha Nikos, in naught but her crimson underwear, and Jaune Arc, completely nude, propped above her, their lips interlocked as her hands felt all along his body, lower and lower... until he pulled away.

"No. I have to make it up to you first," Jaune said, steel in his eyes, and a firmness in his voice to rival... well, his firmness.

He descended onto his knees at the foot of the bed and pulled her hips in close to his face. This is what he meant when he said make it up to her. Pyrrha was dripping with anticipation, one hand clenching the sheets, the other his golden locks, preparing for what was to come.

Jaune pushed the underwear to the side, and his lips found paradise.