#yellowsnow

Jaune, Weiss and Oscar were at the cinema, the trio was sitting next to each other. They were watching a movie and all of them were pretty into it. Both Jaune and Weiss shared a single bag of popcorn, which Jaune held, while Oscar got one for himself.

As they were engrossed in the movie, Jaune's and Weiss' hands began reaching at the same time for the bag, their finger brushing against each other without either of them noticing. His hand grabed hers... and dragged it to his mouth where he took a bite.

Weiss screamed.

Later, the small group was seen exiting the cinema with Jaune apologizing and Weiss looking slightly peeved while holding her hand.

Jaune: "I said I was sorry."

Weiss: "Sorry does not take away the pain. You even left a mark where you bit me like a savage." She looked once again at her ungloved hand where red tooth marks could be distinguished on her skin. Her Aura prevented her skin from being punctured and the marks were fading, but it definitely hurt.

Jaune: "It wasn't intentional! I thought I had popcorn in my hand. Honest!"

Weiss: "I am aware, but that does not make it okay."

The boy released a breath, knowing that he needed to redeem himself.

Jaune: "What do you want me to do? Take you out to dinner or get you a gift, maybe?""

Weiss: "Hmm, while both options are tempting, it would not be justice for the pain I felt."

With the corner of her eye, Weiss saw Oscar move to a stand where something caught his eye a couple of feet away. He was not paying attention to them and that gave her an idea.

Weiss: "You know, I think I might know of a way for me to forgive you. Come closer for a bit."

Her hand waved him closer and Jaune approached. He had no idea what the girl had planned, but he'd do anything to get in her good grace again. The had been getting along so well recently with these last few hours being immensely fun.

Once he stood in front of Weiss, her hands raised and found his neck as she pulled him close. Their faces were now mere inches away. It would have been an intimate moment had her hands not grabbed his shoulder and neck and started turning his head to the side, exposing a bit of his shoulder.

Jaune: "Ah, so she plans to snap his neck. Well... I guess it was fair." He thought as he prepared to face his punishment.

Except, her next move shocked him to the core. Weiss had moved her head closer until her lips found his neck. Her lips gave light touches to his skin, sending shivers down his spine. She moved her mouth gently as if searching for something. When she found what it was, she bit his skin.

Hard.

Pain courses through his body as his senses were overwhelmed. Jaune tried to pry her off, but the girl held strong. Small arms that betrayed just how much strength they possessed were snarled around his body, holding him close.

After what felt like forever, Weiss let go of him, an audible pop heard as her lips left his now marred skin. A purple spot had appeared on his neck, a painful hickey that she had given him in retribution for his mistake.

With a smirk, Weiss inspected her handywork and regarded him again, baby blue eyes dancing with mirth.

Weiss: "Now, we're even." She broked contact and walked to Oscar.

Jaune was rooted in place. What had just happened? Did Weiss... did the proper, well mannered Weiss, an image of self control and elegance... just bit his neck? With a shaky hand, he touched the area and he felt it. A hickey. He now had a hickey.

The girl spoke again.

Weiss: "Jaune, hurry up or we're going to be late. You're going to be guarding the kids tomorrow morning too, right? You need to be well rested for tomorrow and show the mothers that hired you that you have your priorities straight."

Jaune watched her go, eyes wide at her last words. "When did Weiss get so... ?" He couldn't finish as he didn't understand her behaviour just now.

With a confused shrug and a tug at his shirt to cover the purple bruise, he followed after her. Idly, he wondered if this would be the last of Weiss'... punishments.

After arriving in Mantle and making a final stop before finally ascending to Atlas proper, the group somehow decided during the few days they would stay in the lower district a change in wardrobe was necessary. Not just clothes, but style as well. Weiss agreed with the idea. It has been weeks since she first left her family’s mansion and now that she was back, showing up in a different outfit would send a message to everyone. 

Weiss Schnee had grown even more during the time she had been away.

Picking their outfits should be a straightforwards ordeal, one they would engage in the very next day. For now, Weiss pondered what to do with her hair. She didn’t necessarily wish to cut it, but thought of ways to make it more compact while maintaining her dignified appearance. 

The conclusion: a braid. It would shorten the overall length of her hair while keeping it secure and elegant.

However, there had been a glaring issue when she had informed her friends of the decision. No one knew how to make one. Yang, for all her boasting about her precious hair, was mostly good at keeping hers healthy and soft and knew only a few specific styles that would work for herself. Definitely not braids. Everyone else had been useless as well... baring one Jaune Arc who Nora volunteered immediately for the job.

And this is where Weiss found herself now. Alone in a room with the boy, sat on a bed with her back turned to him as he worked on her white tresses. Despite some initial hesitations, the former heiress allowed him to work on her hair and from what she could feel, he was doing a pretty good job.

In fact, Weiss was feeling pretty relaxed as his hands moved about with unexpected precision. His presence was also comforting and, in a sense, familiar, but she couldn’t identify a reason why he felt that way. Still, she didn’t linger on the thought and instead opted to enjoy the soothing sensation of his fingers brushing, caressing and simply touching her hair. 

Jaune: “Are you okay?”

He had asked this once or twice since he started, wanting to make sure that she was as comfortable as she could be. Weiss appreciated his concern.

Weiss: “Yes, I am. Please, continue.”

He was very gentle. So gentle that she’d almost fallen in a trance a few times, but was brought back when the back of his hand would brush against the skin on the back of her neck. That’s when tremors would go through her whole body in an instant, waking her up and filling her with warmth. It was a reaction she couldn’t explain properly, but she suspected that it had something to do with having Jaune this close to her. She didn’t mind it.

However, there was one thing that was getting to her in this whole arrangement. They barely talked since he started and that was bothering Weiss to a degree. Here they were just the two of them, friends engaged on an epic journey to save the world and for some reason they couldn’t hold a conversation. Weiss didn’t like that and her stubbornness dictated that she had to take initiative to solve this problem.

Weiss: “So, how did you learn this? How to do a braid, I mean.”

Jaune: “It’s not much of a story. Just something I learned growing up. Not my choice, but when you have a few sister that want their brother to help them with their hair, you can’t really fight back.”

Hadn’t he mentioned that he had 7 sisters? His childhood must have been so rough at times, Weiss almost felt sorry him. But he turned out okay so everything was good.

Weiss: “Well, if you’re willing to share that story or another, I would not mind listening to them.” She offered.

Jaune: “You want to hear more about me and my family?”

Weiss: “I don’t see why not. I am curious to learn more about you and I wouldn’t say no to a distraction from my own family.” Jaune looked at her for a few moments before his expression brightened visibly and nodded.

Jaune: “Sure! Let me tell you of that one time when Saph ended with bubblegum in her hair...”

For the next half an hour, Jaune talked about his family, his sisters and some of the more amusing experiences he had had. Weiss had learned a lot and even allowed herself to laugh when he mentioned his ‘warrior wolf tail’, a moment which allowed her to tease him a bit: “Is that the hair style you want to get for tomorrow?” 

Jaune laughed for a few moments, but then continued with the stories. As he spoke, he continued to work with the same swiftness. It was impressive how comfortable he was making her feel. Every touch made her want to release a breath of satisfaction, but she stopped herself and continued to listen to him and enjoy his memories alongside him.

Their time passed quicker than she expected.

Jaune: “And done. What do you think?” He asked eagerly.

Weiss got to her feet and approached the only mirror of the room. She checked herself and saw a beautifully executed braid resting on her right shoulder and flowing down, reaching close to her waist. By her account, it was almost half the length of what it was. 

Weiss: “It’s beautiful.” She uttered with awe. Weiss couldn’t believe what he had done. Her hair looked so soft, so full. Even under the artificial light it shined a bright and pure white. And to think Jaune had done this.

Jaune: “Well, you have beautiful hair to start with. I’ve just done a simple braid to help make it stand out a bit.” Jaune made it sound like he didn’t do much and the result was simply Weiss being a beautiful girl. 

She nodded and then move her head from one side to the other to check how her hair looked from a profile shot, but the action made her realize that something had changed. Weiss noticed that the action was putting more strain on her neck muscles than before, almost as if she had more weight than before.

Weiss: “Is it... heavier somehow?” Weiss looked at him, waiting to see if he had something to offer.

Jaune: “Your hair isn’t heavier. It’s the hairstyle. You have very long hair and with this braid, most of the mass shifted higher and you feel it different. You’ll get used to it, but it might take a few days.”

Weiss: “It feels like my neck is getting stiffer.” Weiss hoped it wouldn’t snap is she moved too fast.

Jaune saw her begin to struggle and rose with a suggestion: “I heard a massage usually helps with that.”

It wasn’t bad suggestion, but Weiss found it a little difficult to do it herself. Fortunately, she wasn’t alone and in the next moment, she regarded him with a hesitant, yet eager smile. 

Weiss: “Would you mind giving me a small massage then?”

The boy’s eyes widened as his face flushed at her words. Had she really asked him to give her a massage? He looked away briefly, clearly embarrassed by the invitation, but he gave an answer.

Jaune: “I guess I can, but are you okay with me doing it?”

Weiss: “I asked, haven’t I? Yes, Jaune, I don’t mind you giving me a massage.” 

And to prove her honesty, she approached him at the bed and sat next to him, in her original spot. With her right hand, she moved her now braided ponytail from the way and nodded to him with a small smile, telling him it was okay for him to start.

Jaune tested the field, and slowly, very slowly placed his fingers on her back muscles before raising them a bit higher, eventually reaching her shoulders. Waiting for a few moments, the tenseness in his hands began to subside and he began a slow massage on them, moving his fingers and directing his motion in the best way to help the girl relax.

Weiss felt an entirely new sensation course through her. A small heat that was starting to circulate through her entire body. Just like before, he had a soothing yet invigorating effect on her. She couldn’t explain it, but she enjoyed it. So much that she began to lean into his touch.

Minutes later, he was finished with the massage also.

Weiss: “Thank you. I feel so much better now.” Turning her full attention on him, she gave him a big smile.

Jaune: “It was nothing. I mean, I had fun doing your hair and it was nice to talk like that with you. I really enjoyed it.” He was feeling himself become nervous, the rising heat in his cheeks.

Weiss: “Yes, I enjoyed our time too. Your work on my hair has been pleasant, as has your company. As for the massage, I’m hoping I can bother you in the very near future for another one. What do you say?”

Jaune: “You want me to give you another massage? I mean, yeah, of course I’ll do it.”

Weiss: “Thank you. I would love that.” With a slow gesture, Weiss leaned closer to him and before he could say anything, her lips brushed against his right cheek for just a second as she gave him a feathery kiss. Jaune was in shock and by the time he rebooted, the girl was already back on her feet and walking towards the door.

Before she exited, Weiss turned and gave him one last look.

Weiss: “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

Jaune nodded dumbly and watched her give him another smile before she left. With the door clicking in place, he leaned on his back and absentmindedly touched the cheek where her lips had grazed him with his hand. Tonight had been unexpected in many ways. All he could do was wonder if things were going to be different between them from now on.  

Weiss was fed up with the constant interruptions that seem to plague the time she devoted to spending with her boyfriend, Jaune Arc. A girl can’t even kiss in peace without having one of their friends pop up and ruin the moment with a badly delivered pun.

Weiss: "Where can we have some modicum of privacy without worrying about someone finding us?" 

Jaune: "I don’t know about Beacon. A hotel in Vale, maybe?"

Weiss: "..."

Jaune: "..."

Weiss: "...Excuse me for a minute." She took a step away from him, pulled out her scroll and began browsing the web.

Jaune: "What are you doing?"

Weiss: "Checking to see which hotels in Vale offer the longest booking period."

Jaune: "Are you serious?" 

Weiss: "...You're right. I should just buy the hotel. We face fewer risks that way."

Jaune: "Uhh, wouldn't it be better to, I don't know, buy a single room flat somewhere instead?" 

Weiss: "Don't be silly. People would hear us that way. I don't want anyone to find out what's going on during our private time."