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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Other
  Fandom:
      RWBY
  Relationship:
      Jaune_Arc/Pyrrha_Nikos, Jaune_Arc_&_Pyrrha_Nikos
  Character:
      Pyrrha_Nikos, Jaune_Arc
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Shower_Sex, Mutual_Masturbation, Sexual_Fantasy
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-18 Words: 2119
****** Restless Fantasies ******
by TobiasHawk1
Summary
     Pyrrha has trouble sleeping, but it's nothing a quick shower can't
     fix. Arkos pairing, don't forget to review and remember, Zone-tan
     watches you fap!
Pyrrha sighed in agitation, tossing and turning through yet another sleepless
night. The spring months were always the worst to her, transitioning between
Vale's cold winters and hot summers was an aggravating adjustment from
Mistral's balmy, seasonless climate. The temperature change made her joints
sore and her skin itch. It made her feel like she was boiling in her own skin.
It made her want to jog for miles and swim even farther. She felt trapped, one
minute too warm beneath her sheets, and the next, too cold to keep from
shivering.
"I need to shower," she groaned under her breath. It was the only release she
could think of, and the chances of actually falling asleep before sunrise
seemed to be fading by the minute. She quietly tiptoed her way through the
small dorm, careful to not wake up her teammates. Nora was wrapped tightly in
her blankets, snoring softly as she clinged to her stuffed Ursa. Ren was a
light sleeper, his long, black hair fanned out under his head as he rolled over
in his sleep. And Jaune… She wouldn't have minded waking him up. For just a
moment she stopped to watch him sleep. He snored softly, a stray lock of blond,
shaggy hair caught in the breeze of his breath. Just for a moment she wished
yearned for him to open his eyes and follow her into the bathroom, but Jaune
Arc slept sounder than the largest Ursa Major in Forever Falls. Begrudgingly,
she continued along her way to the bathroom, sliding inside and closing the
door behind her.
She tried her hardest to step on anything other than the cold tile floor. Her
feet were always sensitive to the chilled tiles and she much preferred the
warmth of earth beneath her feet. In three steps she closed the distance to the
stall. The showers were hidden behind frosted glass windows- not exactly the
most private, but the Mistrali didn't mind so long as she only had to share one
of their two bathrooms with Nora.
Pyrrha stripped out of her pajamas, peeling away her favorite pair of shorts
and letting them pool around her ankles. Next came the tank-top that she pulled
from the bottom hem up over her head, peeling it off her like a sticky, shed
skin. She rolled her shoulders and the thick muscles in her back stretched taut
under her tanned skin. The Mistrali undid her hair-tie as well, slipping her
hair out of the loose ponytail she'd made to sleep and letting her silken,
scarlet locks cascade down around her shoulders. As the warm night air kissed
her hot skin, she was glad she didn't have to cover herself- with everyone so
soundly asleep, she wouldn't have to worry about privacy or lack thereof.
Letting out another breathy sigh, she gracefully climbed into the shower stall,
deciding against closing the frosted glass door shut behind her.
"It'll grow far too steamy in here to enjoy the shower," she reasoned with
herself as she combed her rough fingers through her hair. Deft fingertips
turned their attention from her hair to the chrome knobs of the shower, dialing
in her preferred temperature with only muscle memory as her guide before
turning on the showerhead.
She craned her neck up letting the water rush over her sweaty face, neck and
chest. It raced down her cheeks and jawline and splashed against her strong
shoulders. It pooled in the hollows of her collarbones before cascaded down her
chest and between her breasts, then down her tight stomach. Pyrrha breathed
deeply as the water raced to splash against the tiled floor, soaking her feet
and manicured toes. The warm water relaxed her aching joints and she leaned
against the wall, supporting herself as she slid down to sit in the stall. The
porcelain was cold against her butt and thighs, but she didn't mind the slight
discomfort as she tried to relax.
The redhead crossed her legs and closed her eyes, letting her thoughts wander
to the rhythm of water against the tiled wall. Her tired mind chugged slowly,
rehashing thoughts about schoolwork, her latest kill, sparring practice… Jaune.
"He's been looking at me differently ever since the dance," she thought to
herself. He'd always been respectful and reverent, but now there was a touch of
nervousness in those deep, blue eyes. As if he were suddenly self-conscious of
doing something embarrassing around her.
"He doesn't understand," she whispered aloud, her hands running through her
hair.
"I'm… I already… ugh." Pyrrha pressed the heels of her palms against her lidded
eyes, pushing against them hard enough to cause dozens of bright white spots to
pop into existence.
"What's even the correct term to use? Infatuated? Enamoured? In love-"
"Dust," she whined exasperatedly. Her whole life had been so completely
dedicated to her training, she had no idea how to process these foreign
emotions. Every minute of every day of her life since she was a little girl had
been regimented to ensure she'd be one of the strongest, most skilled
combatants on any battlefield and she didn't regret a moment of it, however the
consequences such a compromise had finally presented itself. Isolated from her
peers for so long, she hadn't developed the necessary skills required to
confront her current situation.
"You've trapped yourself terribly, Miss Nikos," she mimicked the voice of her
favorite mentor, an older woman who swung a sword with the ease and grace a
scribe would wield a feather and ink.
"How did you even allow yourself to fall for him? His shaggy blond hair… deep
blue eyes… Dust," she whined again, trying to busy her hands with anything.
"He's becoming such a strong warrior during our sparring sessions… He learns
faster than I can teach. Surely he needs more practice but… he's slowly
becoming a formidable opponent." Pyrrha sighed and used her hands to quickly
wash herself, her mind still focused on their training sessions. She passed her
hands across her shoulders as she thought about how much Jaune's shoulders had
broadened since they'd begun training. They were becoming stronger every week,
and the muscles beneath them had only just pushed against his skin, leaving the
thinnest hint of definition. Her hands gently groped her own chest as she
thought of how much Jaune's had bulked in recent weeks as well. His frame built
muscle well, and she'd convinced him training shirtless would be better for his
training. He was entirely on display for her even as she tried her hardest to
keep her gaze from steadily growing more predatory.
"He trains so dedicatedly… he's not at all as distracted by me as I am by him."
She folded her legs, wrapping her arms around her thighs and resting her
forehead against her knees. She was frustrated and confused, trying to sort
through all of her feelings for Jaune and process them effectively.
"He takes such long showers," she whispered to herself. She tried to imagine
him in the shower, warm water splashing against pale skin stretched taut over
growing muscles. She imagined him looking himself over in the mirror in their
bathroom, admiring his body. He'd be so pleased to see his progress, standing
tall and proud as his body grew every day. He'd hop in the shower, turn the
knobs and wash himself down, hands feeling each new muscle in reverence. Abs,
thighs, calves… Her own hands followed Jaune's as she imagined where he might
touch himself next. He'd comb his fingers through his messy hair, rinsing
shampoo out of his golden locks. Then… maybe…
"Oh, Dust." Pyrrha opened her eyes, looking out into the empty bathroom. She
closed the shower door completely before shutting her eyes and getting back to
her imagined fantasy.
Jaune's large, smooth hands playing with himself. Wrapping themselves around
his growing length as he showered, pumping his shaft to life with practiced
ease. These fantasies weren't exactly new to her- years of being isolated from
people her age for so long had lead to thousands of sleepless nights spent
pleasuring herself to any wicked thought that might cross her mind, but none of
them had involved people she'd known.
"He probably pleasures himself to thoughts of Weiss," she hissed bitterly.
He'd cover his mouth with one hand, muffling his moans to make sure the rest of
his team didn't hear him through the thin bathroom walls. His other hand would
be servicing himself slowly, steadily increasing in speed. His back pressed
against the tile wall, water pouring down his body, breathy moans coming from
his soft lips as water rushed down his body.
Her own fingers played with her warmth, spreading her labia and letting the
stream of water massage her. She bit her lower lip, stifling a moan as she
imagined Jaune silently moaning her name. His hips bucking into his hand,
stroking himself with his palm. Deep blue eyes screwed shut, imagining her.
"Oh, Dust," she groaned deeply, her breath shaking as the sensations mounted.
Her fingertips circled her clitoris, delicately teasing the sensitive bundle of
nerves as she serviced herself. Her breath caught in her throat as she matched
the rhythm she imagine Jaune would take as he pumped his shaft. He'd groan a
deep, rumbling groan into the shower stall as he worked, his deep blue eyes
fluttering behind pale lids. His shoulder would roll as his arm worked, his
biceps rhythmically flexing as his pace slowly crescendoed. His left hand would
move from covering his mouth to running through his hair, tugging roughly at
shaggy locks of wheat. Steam would rise up from the chilled porcelain of the
tub, sweat would mix with water and condensed steam, running down his temples,
jawline and shoulders while glistening off the faintest etches of his abs.
Her fingers worked quickly, plunging into slick warmth as she tried to get
herself off as quickly as possible. She gasped for breath, her hips rolling to
the relentless rhythm of her fevered desperation. Her hair fell over her face
in scarlet sheets, burying her emerald eyes behind thick, silky strands and
framing her cheeks and jawline in rosy rivers. She bit her lip gasping for
breath and Jaune grunted in unison. He blushed, cheeks turning bright red as
she watched him, knowing she couldn't tear her gaze away from his display. His
free hand gripped at the soapdish, knuckles straining against his skin as he
came near his climax.
She imagined the look in his deep blue eyes, the way his muscles strained
during training, the sharp gasps and grunts he made when caught off guard. He'd
look so concerned for her as he tried to hold off his orgasm for as long as
possible, not wanting to finish before she did. His pace would slow, fingers
rolling ever so gently over the head of his shaft, his length twitching towards
the friction his palm provided. And she'd watch it all with bated breath,
resting her forehead against his as her own fingers sought out every inch of
pleasure. Her thumb traced circles against her swollen clit while her other
fingers concerned themselves with her labia, spreading and twisting as they
pushed their way inside.
She threw her head back and gasped as her orgasm rushed upon her, eyes screwed
shut as she imagined Jaune's look of pleasure and relief as he reached his own
orgasm. His body would shake, his swollen length twitching as he painted her
stomach with sticky ropes of release. She'd laugh, flattered as her own orgasm
splashed against her thighs rainbows of pleasure exploding behind her closed
eyes.
She came off her high quickly, washing her pleasure away in the shower as
quickly as it'd come. Washing herself over one last time she turned off the
water, walked out of the shower and dried herself with her towel. She'd
forgotten to bring a change of clothes, so she made sure to turn off the
bathroom light as she left the bathroom. The air was slightly cooler in the
room than it was in the steamy bathroom and kissed her naked skin, making her
shiver slightly as she picked out new pajamas in the dark.
Pyrrha sighed as she rolled back under her sheets, closing her eyes and trying
her hardest to get to sleep.
"Pyrrha?"
Her breath caught in her throat, eyes snapping wide open in surprise.
"He heard! He knows! Oh, Dust, he heard what I was doing in the-"
"Thanks for the extra hour of training today. It really helped… You're the best
friend a guy could ask for," Jaune sighed sleepily from his bed.
"Don't mention it, Jaune," she whispered back.
"That was close…"
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