[ Over a year ago, his pride would have been hurt at the notion that he can't do something like this on his own. Well - he can, since he was talking about practicing, not being told how to kiss someone as if this is some first-time experience. He's known how to do that for a while! But it's so like Pyrrha to slip into instructor mode that he can't help but laugh to himself as he lets her do her thing. ]
And how do I love you?
[ Now he's just being obtuse on purpose as they rub noses. ]
Clearly I don't know anything! [ It's said in a lighthearted tone, rather something passive-aggressive. He's really just teasing - anticipation is part of the thrill! ]
[ Something in his tone breaks a smile out of her, the too-steely stance she adopts for such moments of instruction slackening into something girlish, and teenaged, and playful.
Just once, she rocks forward on her heels, an act that leads to the softest and most gentle of headbutts. ]
That's not true!
[ Lightheartedly, she continues, ]
You know how to set the time and date on the PS4, and what toppings I like in my salad.
[ When Pyrrha headbutts him, he responds by abandoning where Pyrrha instructed his hands to be and instead he takes hers, trying to pin them behind her own back. It appears they're playfighting now! (If the mistletoe wants more oomph to their big kiss, it's certainly going to get it.) ]
[ Successfully pinned! For some reason, she's not putting up much of a fight. ... Yet. Any protest now given is entirely token, just to keep the game going, her hands tugging faintly against his.
Her voice lowers somewhat. ]
--You also know how to get a sports bra off me now.
[ He pauses for a moment, letting his guard down. ] ...Actually, I'm still not 100% sure how it works. [ A certain someone never lets him try it alone before she interjects. ]
[ As Pyrrha is about to school him again, Jaune releases her hands and pulls her towards him, this time leading the kiss with the same amount of passion as she had started it.
[ She had been in the middle of her last word when he catches her off guard, mouth already open when it is pulled against his. Balanced threatened by his sudden enthusiasm, Pyrrha compensates by leaning against him, arms hooking around. As before, there's little hesitation, just the slow build up into something bigger, almost intense; her tongue running across his lower lip and then past his teeth in reciprocation.
That leading passion, as it's put, is something she feels all the way down her spine and to the arch of her knees. ]
[ Not unlike their synergy in combat, Jaune assists Pyrrha with her balance the moment he senses something. In fact, his hands slide down, all the way past her waist until he can lift her up, bearing the rest of her weight against him as they continue to explore each other's mouths. Look at that, wearing heavier armor has made him even stronger now! ]
[ As always, shifts to their positioning and the activities their mouths are locked in are two wholly separate, exclusive things: as such, she doesn't lose her bearing on their kiss for even a moment while he adjusts her. Ordinarily, she'd be concerned about being too heavy for him - she's tall, and muscular; not exactly light - but the ease with which he holds her is, well.
Honestly, it's a huge turn-on.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, at least in part to help spread her weight more evenly, Pyrrha makes a soft noise in the back of her throat; it's an intimation, an entirely pleased one, past from her mouth to his. ]
[ This goes on for several minutes, intensifying as his hold on her tightens, until the mistletoe eventually explodes in tiny little confetti pieces. It's enough to startle Jaune, and yet he's still holding her up. ]
[ They may have, but Pyrrha is now in a mood. Some confetti lingers in her hair, glitter sticking to her cheek and nose, and it all goes ignored. Rather, she enjoys their victory in the best way she can think of: lowering her mouth to his jaw, peppering kisses in a line across before her lips reach his ear.
[ Pyrrha!! You're killing him here! Although her question evokes a response out of Jaune in the form of a soft kiss on her neck as she whispers. He's saying YES>!1!11
However as he finally regains control of his legs and begins to walk forward, Jaune slips on some ice and falls on his back, taking Pyrrha down with him. THERE'S YOUR METAPHORICAL COLD WATER. ]
[ Pyrrha definitely ends up collapsing with him, her legs and arms deliberately relinquishing their affectionate placement to try and absorb the impact of the ground instead. Her ponytail ends up over her shoulder and-- in a puddle! Excellent.
Trying to regain her balance, she deftly maneuvers into a position of all fours around him. ]
Jaune, are you okay?
[ As she's saying this, she moves a hand to help herself balance better. Unfortunately, her fingers end up splayed over the point where his individual pant legs meet and... yeah, that's a salute.
[ Oof! Between the concussion in his head and a not necessarily unpleasant sensation further down, Jaune looks up at his fiance, who seems to have him kabedon'd to the ground for now. ]
[ Helping him up! Hello, boyfriend with a boner. ]
Well... I guess it would be pretty bad if someone else slipped.
[ So, a tiny Jaune made entirely of fire, approximately a hand's width high, with a tiny fire Crocea Mors, starts to swipe at the patch of ice with his sword.
Pyrrha's puppeteering is utterly untelegraphed, but it's clear from her smile that she's enjoying herself. ]
[ One day, she hopes to be able to impress him with life-sized fire!Jaune (not knowing about the robots incident) but, for now, this is the best she can do. ]
... oh, I showed Sousei this too, before he left. He said it was - in his actual words - "quite cool".
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And how do I love you?
[ Now he's just being obtuse on purpose as they rub noses. ]
Clearly I don't know anything! [ It's said in a lighthearted tone, rather something passive-aggressive. He's really just teasing - anticipation is part of the thrill! ]
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Just once, she rocks forward on her heels, an act that leads to the softest and most gentle of headbutts. ]
That's not true!
[ Lightheartedly, she continues, ]
You know how to set the time and date on the PS4, and what toppings I like in my salad.
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Is that all I know?
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Her voice lowers somewhat. ]
--You also know how to get a sports bra off me now.
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[ Look, she just... gets impatient! And eager.
Sometimes.
A lot of the time. ]
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chuuuu~ ]
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That leading passion, as it's put, is something she feels all the way down her spine and to the arch of her knees. ]
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Honestly, it's a huge turn-on.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, at least in part to help spread her weight more evenly, Pyrrha makes a soft noise in the back of her throat; it's an intimation, an entirely pleased one, past from her mouth to his. ]
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...I think we won.
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In a whisper, she says, ]
Maybe we could find another one to grade us.
[ SOMEONE DUMP COLD WATER ON HER ]
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However as he finally regains control of his legs and begins to walk forward, Jaune slips on some ice and falls on his back, taking Pyrrha down with him. THERE'S YOUR METAPHORICAL COLD WATER. ]
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Trying to regain her balance, she deftly maneuvers into a position of all fours around him. ]
Jaune, are you okay?
[ As she's saying this, she moves a hand to help herself balance better. Unfortunately, her fingers end up splayed over the point where his individual pant legs meet and... yeah, that's a salute.
She quickly retracts her hand. ]
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...D-Did you just grope me?
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[ Uh... ]
It was an accident.
[ Face a bit red, she scrambles off of him. ]
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[ But he didn't say stop....... ..... ... . . ]
...
[ He holds his hand up, hoping to get some assistance with standing up at least. ]
Heh, seriously, who puts ice here, right?
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Well... I guess it would be pretty bad if someone else slipped.
[ So, a tiny Jaune made entirely of fire, approximately a hand's width high, with a tiny fire Crocea Mors, starts to swipe at the patch of ice with his sword.
Pyrrha's puppeteering is utterly untelegraphed, but it's clear from her smile that she's enjoying herself. ]
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Whoa-- i-is that me? That's me, isn't it? That's-- l-look, that's me!
[ She knows, dude. ]
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[ One day, she hopes to be able to impress him with life-sized fire!Jaune (not knowing about the robots incident) but, for now, this is the best she can do. ]
... oh, I showed Sousei this too, before he left. He said it was - in his actual words - "quite cool".
[ SOUSEI THINKS SOMETHING SHE DID WAS COOL ]