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[ As far as Weiss's patience went, there were some things she had more patience for than others. So far, Jaune hadn't done anything to really try hers, but when it came to this.. he might not dislike her form of impatience, he just might not be used to the idea of Weiss taking the lead here.

He'd see the first bit of it in just a moment as Weiss leaned up off of the bed once he answered his question, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then to his lips after she closed the final distance. She put one hand down on the bed to support herself, holding onto Jaune's so that their hands stayed together even as she pulled back to look him in the eyes. ]

Jaune, you're very obviously inexperienced and I'm, well, not. It isn't something to be ashamed about, I'm just... prepared for the possibility that you're going to finish before I do.

[ That's the nicest way she can think of to put it. She was just going to leave it at that until he'd asked. ]

I fully expect you to remedy that if it happens, so don't think I mean it badly. I know you're not going to leave me disappointed; you're too good of a person for that.

[He glanced down, staring and taken by surprise when Weiss closed the rest of the distance. It felt like he melted right then and there, his eyes lightning blue and lingering on hers. It was cold, but he probably was radiating enough body heat for both of them right now. He moved his free hand around her back, his thoughts muddled and playing catch-up because this was literally a dream come true but there were some complications he hadn't prepared for.]

Wow. Uhm. Thanks for...thanks for the peptalk.

[He wasn't upset, but it's clear he isn't sure how to interpret that. She's not wrong and internally he starts to dread the moment when he'll inevitable disappoint her. At least she'd be honest and wouldn't leave him guessing.

Right. At least there was that...]

This is just as much for you as it is for me. Whatever you want to do, I'll do it.

Jaune.

[ It was obvious he was starting to get in his own head. Or Weiss's words were at least. It would've happened whether she'd told him not to worry about it or if she's been honest with him either way, but there was one very easy way to hopefully get his mind off of his tendency to perform less than admirably the first few times he does most things. Weiss moves her hand to his shoulder and, for such a lithe figure, makes quick work of shoving him off of her and rolling on top. ]

I already told you that you're not going to leave me disappointed. You're here and honestly? That's all that matters to me.

[ She leaned down and kissed him, this one much more passionately than the first. This one was definitely Weiss's clearer attempt to get him out of his own head, but more than that? She's using the opportunity to undo the clasp of her bra so that when she pulls back, she can slap the straps off of her shoulders and give Jaune the first view of breasts he's probably ever had that didn't involve screaming for him to get out of his sister's room. ]

Weiss?

[He was stuck in his own head until his world started spinning, breath literally knocked out of him as he stared up into arctic blue eyes. He felt like he just learned something that turned him on.]

It matters because I'm here or it matters because I'm he--

[It was certainly working. He froze up, before yielding, kissing her softly in return. He gasped for air as if they had been kissing for minutes, his cheeks pink and quickly reddening when her breasts came into view.

He didn't have to use his imagination anymore.

He blinked intelligently a few times, open-mouthed and articulate as ever. Even in a dream, he managed to be an idiot. But Weiss didn't seem to mind. Sometimes it was easier and better to show with actions, so he started to unzip his onesie and pulled her back down to kiss her feverishly, skin making contact with skin.]

[ Almost as if she couldn't take it anymore once she'd heard the zipper, Weiss's hands moved inside of the fabric, She didn't wait for him to finish unzipping before her hands, much warmer now than they had been, dipped beneath the blue onesie to touch his flesh. Her fingers were delicate, well cared for, and even the areas where there was clearly thicker skin from her use of the sword felt soft, not rough. Her slender fingers traced over his pectorals, then down to his obliques.

It was as if she were pawing at him just to get closer, and the same want, no, necessity was apparent in her lips as well. The first held passion, but she had been distracted- it had had a purpose. This second one that Jaune had pulled her into seemed more hungry, like she needed to be close to him or she wouldn't be able to stand it. Even when she broke for air, the hot puffs came out between kisses that she had started pressing down his chin, then neck, then collar bone. ]

Your onesie is actually kind of warm. I suppose if you promise not to tell anyone, I'll let you keep it on. I wouldn't want you to get cold.

[ Yep. That's right. She's going to let this happen while Jaune is wearing his onesie. ]

[The softness of her fingers tracing against his skin elicited a sharp gasp, his hands grasping onto her shoulderblades. He had definitely built more muscle over the past several months, thanks to relentless training and probably another growth spurt. Each kiss made it harder as he explored the hollow of her neck, a hand going to her side and up to cup her breast. Everything was warm and dizzying and he didn't find it as difficult to adjust his position to hers. He didn't want her to pull away.

It was the onesie comment that sent him over the edge though along with a strong and somewhat uncomfortable pressure and need to deal with it.]

Y-You're serious? I promise, I won't. How would they find out? Weiss-- [He's trying so hard.] I don't know if I can...if my Aura will last as long in battle as yours.

[ She assumes he probably has some male friend to talk to about things. While she may not divulge incredibly intimate details anymore, she's been known to gossip a little bit with at least one of her close friends. Though that changed after that close friend disappeared and reappeared again she hadn't bothered. But she doesn't share that, since she's a little immediately distracted by his statement. It takes her a second to process it, to the point that she's giving him a confused look and just kind of staring while trying to figure it out with her hand just shy of touching his arousal. Once she figures it out she has an expression of realization, her mouth going into an 'oh.' She decides that now probably isn't the best time to share that that's the weirdest show-stopper she's ever encountered in the bedroom and she had to explain contraception once. ]

I already told you it's fine. You can use your mouth on me afterward.

[ She reaches down and grasps him, pumping once but immediately pulling back to look up at him again. While he may be disappointed she stopped, it's for a very good reason. ]

Do you want to put it inside of me?

[The only ones he has to talk to about things are his tears. Though he was given some good advice and it isn't as if he can't ask questions. He stares at her anxiously, impatience in his eyes; it's probably fortunate she didn't mention how weird it was. He was too focused on his current distraction to freak out right now, but it could just as easily go in a different direction ending in disappointment and unfulfilled desires.]

I don't think kissing is really going to make up for--oh. Ohhh. You mean the other thing.

[He makes a low noise and shuts his eyes, inhaling deeply, nearly whimpering and looking at her sadly when she stops.

Not trusting himself to make words right now, he nods very stiffly.]

Edited 2016-11-17 08:36 (UTC)

Yes I mean the other thing.

[ fortunately, dream logic dictates that Weiss isn't worried about protection or consequences. The only thing that matters right now is Jaune and herself in this moment. Then he nods and Weiss pulls his onesie down to take his cock out, stroking it twice before moving to position herself over him, just teasing the tip with her lips. ]

Ready?

C-can do. That sounds fun is it--

[Nevermind about words. Or the fact that neither of them mention protection. He probably has an "oh shit" moment before he remembers this is a dream, but all of it feels so real to him. A jolt of energy courses through him, the action somehow invigorating him as if a cloud just lifted from his mind. He's in mid-nod when he becomes all too aware of what is about to happen.

It's everything he'd want but it's not...it's a dream. It might seem real to him now, but once this whole thing that happened is over, he just doesn't know if it's the first time he's been waiting for. He screeches and falls off the bed somehow, onesie still open and exposed, blood pumping as anxiety and dread sets in. There's a look of utter terror when he realizes how bad he just fucked up.]

Weiss, I-- I'm sorry, I... I just...Idon'tknowI'msorryImessedup I need to go I'll be right back bye!

[He just...edges away, trying to leave when he realizes how did he even end up here to begin with?]

[ It happened too quickly. Honestly, she wasn't sure what had happened except that she was suddenly on her back on the bed, Jaune was running in terror. She didn't know this was a dream- she didn't know Jaune was just panicking. Honestly, it felt like he was just abandoning her because she had scared him off. It was a ridiculous reversal, one that left Weiss feeling rather lost. She watched him as he all but ran away from her, a deep breath and a hard swallow following before she just allowed herself to fall back onto the bed, folding her arms over her face. Being left alone was one thing, being left alone in a situation where, despite her forward actions, was something of a vulnerability given her past couple relationships.. it was hard to shrug off the feelings of humiliation and doubt.

This dream seemed like it would end just like all the others, but worse. And she still ended up alone. Jaune might notice that it gets much, much colder than when it'd started for a few seconds but the whole thing is jarring enough that Weiss actually wakes up, so Jaune will likely find himself out of there much more quickly than he had intended. ]

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