[ 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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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 ]