81Cover Art by WarrenDSherman
Jaune Arc awoke coughing, sore, wet, suffering from the most vicious headache ever, naked and practically crushed against an over-designed deck chair.
He had never felt happier or more alive.
The rain was light but came down in steady, fat drops. Vale was currently in the 'sweet spot' of Fall. It wasn't so early in the season that the sun was competing with the Grimm to try to destroy all life on Remnant with billion degree heat. The transition to winter also hadn't begun. Bitter cold heralding the arrival of snow was still several weeks away.
He would have been content to let his elbow permanently wedged into the small gap between the arm rest and top part of the chair's frame if it wasn't for the rain. Jaune sighed into the mass of red tresses that spread across his...oh man...his partner's back like lava flow. The rain drops rolling along the contours of the woman's back were replacing one fog in his mind with another one. Earlier, the haze had been born from his first, and likely only, hangover. Now, it was a fog he loosely remembered from the previous night.
The hammering of his heart was the first thing he remembered. Jaune's heart quickly went back to beating at a million miles per hour when he saw the now soppy mess of blankets and towels that had once been a make-shift bed. Images of bare skin that glistened with sweat under the city lights dominated his memories.
'I should get us inside,' Jaune thought as the rain started to come down harder.
"Is...is it raining?" The warm and inviting voice of Jaune's deck-chair compatriot asked. Even groggy and still exhausted from the previous night's festivities, the voice was melodic and soothing. Jaune couldn't help but smile at the little warble that slipped into her voice when she was uncertain.
"Just started," Jaune answered gently. "We should head back inside."
"I don't want to," the beauty refused by way of nuzzling against Jaune's chest. "If I move, I'm scared this will all fade away into a dream."
"This is all real, unfortunately, I'm sure that includes the headache," Jaune whispered into the mess of red hair. He blinked away the rain out of his eyes.
Again, Jaune was enraptured by the way the steady downpour flowed around the curves of the woman sharing the limited space on the chair with him.
"I, ow, I don't regret anything about last night. In the future, I don't think I'll drink like that ever again."
Jaune nodded as he watched the woman sit up and stretch. As she moved, his body ached not because of soreness or pain, but because of absence. She was straddling him. Her womanhood brushed against his dick and set his entire body on fire. Jaune wanted to chuckle at his own words. He described himself with vulgar terms, but for her Jaune was using poetry.
Jaune hated poetry.
He looked up at his partner's smiling face. "I like this reaction," she chuckled before leaning down for a kiss to his forehead.
"I love it, personally," Jaune confessed. "I mean, wow, you're letting me see you...like this."
"We can continue this discussion inside, dear."
Dear.
Jaune Arc had done a lot of crazy things over the past year. He had gotten his hands on forged transcripts and, technically, entered Beacon illegally. Jaune had then lead JNPR in battle against a huge Deathstalker and won. On top of all that, his team trusted him to continue as leader after the CRDL fiasco. Yesterday morning, Jaune had rewarded his team's faith in him. They had defeated BRNZ and advanced to the Doubles Round.
However, that paled in comparison to the absolutely insane stunt he had pulled yesterday afternoon.
His memory of the previous day was lost in a haze of adrenaline bleed-off and his hangover. There were moments of clarity as his mind sorted itself out. Jaune knew exactly what happened, but some of the details were fuzzy.
There was no regret.
Jaune ran his thumb across his ring finger. He had used up every single lien connected to his name. There was no doubt his family had flooded his Scroll with worried messages. Jaune had heard his mom saying how she was terrified Jaune would get robbed in city. Still, there was no regret. It was worth it.
As more memories came into focus, Jaune Arc smiled. This was definitely the craziest thing Jaune had ever done. He definitely needed plans to go into hiding. There were two men and six women who were no doubt out for his blood. Jaune couldn't quite blame them. He...just didn't care.
It had been his choice to…
...he still had trouble admitting this…
Jaune Arc had gotten married. In a desperate gambit to save his best friend from a sudden, and undoubtedly loveless, arranged engagement, Jaune Arc had proposed to one Pyrrha Nikos.
Her 'yes' had not been what Jaune expected. Jaune had expected a 'Thank you' for helping Pyrrha to avoid a marriage to a man something like ten years older than her whom she had never met.
'Maybe, maybe, a hug,' Jaune chuckled at the memory. 'Well, technically, there was a hug...'
Jaune was fairly certain Pyrrha had more or less hugged him right before kissing him with the passion of a thousand suns.
"Jaune, dear, is everything alright?" Pyrrha asked from the door to the stairwell.
A smile worked its way to Jaune's mouth. She was trying so hard to be a wife. "Everything is great, Pyrrha." He crossed the distance and wrapped his very naked, very beautiful partner up in a hug. "My memories are escaping from the funk of yesterday."
"I, well, I still have a headache and can't remember everything myself," Pyrrha confessed. "Is that normal after you drink?"
"Uh," Jaune articulated. "I guess? I mean, I've never gotten drunk before. Heck, I've never had a single drink before."
"We're blaming this on SSSN, aren't we?" Pyrrha smiled into Jaune's chest.
Jaune laughed. "We'll let them tell Team RWBY about everything."
"That's horrible Jaune! Yang and Weiss will tear them apart!" Pyrrha giggled.
"Sun tricked us intro drinking tequila."
Pyrrha chewed her lip. "True, but it did lead to the plates."
"That was the fourth best thing last night..."
"Fourth? What, well, what did you rank higher?" Jaune was holding Pyrrha so tightly that he felt her heart frantically beating as she asked the question.
"The two times you said yes," Jaune answered as he leaned in. Memory was making him feel bold.
Of course, his brilliant plan fell victim to the age old adage of "No plan survives contact with the enemy."
Except, in this case 'enemy' was code for beautiful naked wife/best friend. Jaune had planned to be super smooth and score a kiss that wasn't locked in his memories behind a haze of alcohol and adrenaline. Pyrrha cut him off and took the initiative on the kiss. It seemed Jaune was not the only one emboldened by memories of last night...or was it this morning?
Honestly, everything melted away as the partners let their guard down and indulged their hormones. Jaune and Pyrrha had lived in fear of upsetting their previous status quo. That friendship was the single most positive relationship the partners had ever possessed.
Then, the J and P of JNPR had hatched their little 'scheme' to foil Mr. and Mrs. Nikos's suddenly announced arranged marriage between Pyrrha and an older noble. Jaune simply wanted Pyrrha to be happy. He knew she wouldn't be happy in a loveless marriage. Pyrrha simply wanted to stay with her dearest friends. If the marriage to the noble, whose name she had no interest in remembering, had happened Pyrrha would have been reduced to a trophy.
Eloping had simply been the 'quickest' solution. There had been an air of desperation, but unexpectedly it had turned into one of the best decisions of their lives. Eventually, conscious thought took a backseat to indulging in the cravings of the flesh and the desire for physical affection. Hands roamed across bare skin. Instinct and reactions to pleased noises served as Pyrrha and Jaune's guiding forces. The intensity of the moment jolted more memories into focus. Jaune redirected his focus from Pyrrha's lips to her lower neck and collar bone. Pyrrha put the hair at the back of Jaune's head into an absolute death grip. Mrs. Arc would normally have raised some concerns about her husband's stance being too wide.
This was not one of those times.
Quickly, she positioned herself over Jaune's thigh. Pyrrha bucked against her partner, best friend, and husband. The intense moment was interrupted after a peal of thunder startled them out of their skin.
"I, well," Pyrrha breathed. "I can certainly get used to this becoming a routine..."
Jaune attempted to agree, but as Pyrrha was playing with his hair he could only murmur something that approximated positive agreement.
A second, and rather 'unique', peal of thunder prevented any further attempts at consummating the new relationship.
"I don't think we've eaten since the food truck," Jaune pondered when he recovered his voice.
Pyrrha nodded. "It has certainly been some time and we have been...active."
"That's, very, wow," Jaune bumbled the words. He knew full well what had transpired the night before. It was just that he couldn't believe he was talking about it or that he was hearing Pyrrha talk about it.
The couple blushed as the realization hit them. Pyrrha looked to the railing in the private stairwell. Her features brightened. "We were not as 'out of it' as I feared!"
Jaune followed her eyes. "Seems that way."
A pair of bath robes were hanging haphazardly from the railing. The pair dressed with reluctance, before heading down into the opulent hotel suite Pyrrha had secured for JNPR's celebration.
"Ren! Look, Mr. and Mrs. Pyrrha Nikos decided to join us!" Nora called out as she bounded over the leather couch in the living area. Ren was sprawled out on an excessively luxurious chair. He smiled at his friends and waved.
Nora proceeded to simu-glomp her friends. "I'm still so happy for you two! I can't believe that happened last night! It started with our victory party, got a bit sad, but ended sooooo happy!"
"Everything did work out," Jaune agreed. "Couldn't have done it with you and Ren."
"We wouldn't have wanted to go through with this plan without you," Pyrrha quickly added as she hugged the sister she always wanted but only recently had tightly.
Jaune nodded at Ren, who had pulled himself off the chair had made his way over. The two young men exchanged a fist bump. "Well yeah, who else would be Pyrrha's maid of honor? And do you think I'd have someone from SSSN as my best man over my brother-from-another-mother?"
"Good point!" Nora beamed.
Ren smiled. "Are you two as hungry as we are?"
"Famished," Pyrrha answered.
"What my better half said," Jaune quickly agreed. The NPR all gave their leader an odd look. "That's what Dad always calls Mom. Figured since everything has worked out good for them, I should try it."
The team shrugged. Jaune's parents had stuck together through eight children. That had to count for something. After a quick debate, two lectures from management about complaints from other guests and passer-bys for noise, and a very detailed order, JNPR gathered around the mahogany dining table.
"I can't believe we're staying in a place like this," Nora finished her statement with a gesture. "I'm pretty sure this table I just spilled a bit of syrup cost more than all the money Beacon received for my tuition."
Pyrrha reached across the table and took her friend's hand. "Where we are doesn't matter. I am happy anywhere we make memories together."
"Thanks, Pyrrha," Nora whispered.
Jaune locked eyes with Ren. "How lucky are we?"
"Very," Ren agreed with a nod. "Speaking of memories...how well do you remember yesterday?"
The newlyweds exchanged a glance accentuated with a wry grin.
"You'd be surprised," Mr. Arc confessed.
Mrs. Arc hummed as she tilted her head to the side. "Why? Did something happen?"
Ren chuckled and shook his head. "Team SSSN left something for us."
"Oh no..." Pyrrha whimpered. Jaune gulped audibly.
Nora's grin was almost predatory in its intensity. "They. Recorded. Everything!" The petite warrior woman held up a small Scroll Fob. "And I have it! Wanna watch?"
Author's note: This is my take on the popular "Drunken Marriage" genre. I'm in no way connected to the 'community' that introduced this concept to the RWBY community from other sources. Chapter two is already written and will be posted in a few days.
A few more points to bring up.
1. This fic was written in response to a fic on Archive of Our Own that was written for the shittiest of reasons of all time. I'm not going to mention it by name, but the author wrote another fic called "Roundabout Seduction" (I think. I don't honestly care to remember the guy's fics or even his name.) I didn't respond well to his NTR bullshit fic. So, I decided from now on, I'll direct the energies from my absolute hatred of NTR into positive pursuits. I have a plan for an actual ending for In Vino Veritas. So, as soon as this is over I have a few other ideas. One is exactly what that guy hates. Mindless Jaune with every female smut. So, that might mostly replace Extra Curricular.
2. Speaking of Extra Curricular, I am still working on it. The issue is that I lost nearly two thousand words of the Willow Schnee/Kali/Ghira lemon. So I was incredibly disheartened by that issue. The same thing happened to The Spirit's Wedding which explains the gap in updates for that fic as well.
3. Beacon: Academy is currently waiting on Racellos to comb through the chapter. It will be posted as soon as possible.
4. As mentioned at the top of this chapter, the cover art comes courtesy of the awesome WarrenDSherman. His art is amazing and he also is responsible for the cover art of RareNyte's Rolls Off The Tongue (which you should all read) and Laughing Lefou's Phantom Once... er...sorry Lefou, I couldn't resist XD Phantom Nevermore: New Moon Waltz. Warren is also a writer. He's the genius behind From Embers to Dust. It is an awesome fic and I encourage y'all to check it out! It is amazing. Please, check it out!
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