[ 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! ]
The mistletoe will know!! [ He did just say it's sacred. ]
Nora, we're the first ones! If we don't do it then nobody else will, and then what has all of this been for?! C'mon, just pretend I'm your sweet grandma, and I'll-- I'll pretend you're Velvet. It'll be fine! No it won't.
[ He sits up as well, a little too close to her but it can't helped for now. ]
Wh-- y-you don't have to-- that was already there. [ A white lie about the spilled drink; no need to make her feel bad on top of everything else that feels awkward right now. ]
[They've been closer, probably, on the battlefield, but there's no such excuse now.]
Really? [Pyrrha can't help the furrow that appears in her brow - it looks wet to her, freshly spilt. Any evidence, however, has long since disappeared in between the feet of the people around them.]
Oh, no. I mean, [She offers a mini shrug, one hand tracing a pattern over the emblem on the bronze plate on her belt.] I was thinking I might leave, actually. I'm not...big on parties.
[ 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. ]
[ On one hand, as a fellow Socially Awkward, he can probably see where she's coming from. Still, being around friends is better than being alone... which is why it doesn't feel right to just part ways for the night. They're partners after all; her concerns are also his! ]
Yeah, I'm-- uh... do you, like, wanna grab something to eat? The eggrolls here taste kinda bad.
[ 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. ]
[The tone of Jaune's voice doesn't make her feel much better about her decision to maybe skate out the door. She doesn't want to ruin the party for him, though, or any of their other friends. What should it matter? She can...go read, or go to sleep. It's better than a densely packed room full of people who won't talk to her; or worse, that...bizarre dancing they're all doing, so very different from the school-sponsered ballroom dancing.]
...you're welcome to come with me, if you want to. [She smiles at the suggestion of getting food - if anything's open this late, sure.] But don't leave the festivities on my account.
[ 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. ]
[She looks at him before snorting and bursting into laughter. Nora waves a hand dismissively.]
C'mon, Jaune, you know Ren and I aren't together together, we're just partners! [So why is she making such a big deal of nope-ing out of this mistletoe thing? She starts laughing again.] Imagine if you ran into Ren instead of me, huh? You'd have to get him to kiss you!
[ 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".
[That does get a more open smile out of her - it's nice to be reminded that their team bond is strong in that way. Pyrrha would never ask that of Jaune, but he's offering - insisting, really - and it's sweet of him.
Pyrrha takes his hand, standing up with relative ease despite the heels, and is about to let go when he draws her attention to the ornament above them. Or - well. Seems like it has another purpose besides ornamentation, actually.] Oh.
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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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Nora, we're the first ones! If we don't do it then nobody else will, and then what has all of this been for?! C'mon, just pretend I'm your sweet grandma, and I'll-- I'll pretend you're Velvet. It'll be fine! No it won't.
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Wh-- y-you don't have to-- that was already there. [ A white lie about the spilled drink; no need to make her feel bad on top of everything else that feels awkward right now. ]
Are you... are you in a hurry somewhere?
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Really? [Pyrrha can't help the furrow that appears in her brow - it looks wet to her, freshly spilt. Any evidence, however, has long since disappeared in between the feet of the people around them.]
Oh, no. I mean, [She offers a mini shrug, one hand tracing a pattern over the emblem on the bronze plate on her belt.] I was thinking I might leave, actually. I'm not...big on parties.
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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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[ On one hand, as a fellow Socially Awkward, he can probably see where she's coming from. Still, being around friends is better than being alone... which is why it doesn't feel right to just part ways for the night. They're partners after all; her concerns are also his! ]
Yeah, I'm-- uh... do you, like, wanna grab something to eat? The eggrolls here taste kinda bad.
[ He's had twelve. ]
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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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[Nora leans away from him, making a face.]
Why don't you just take down that mistletoe and get a new one? We can start all over!
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...you're welcome to come with me, if you want to. [She smiles at the suggestion of getting food - if anything's open this late, sure.] But don't leave the festivities on my account.
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[ He stands up, helping her up at the same time until they're on their feet, which is when he notices something peculiar hanging over their heads. ]
Huh.
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[ Poorly imitating an old lady's voice. ] Noooraaa... give gammy a kissy... I.. I got pancakessss... --what am I doing?
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...I think we won.
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M-Maybe we should let the system go down! In flames! Besides, I don't see any pancakes!
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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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...
N-Not for... that didn't sound the way I wanted it to.
[ He doesn't want to kiss Ren himself!! ]
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C'mon, Jaune, you know Ren and I aren't together together, we're just partners! [So why is she making such a big deal of nope-ing out of this mistletoe thing? She starts laughing again.] Imagine if you ran into Ren instead of me, huh? You'd have to get him to kiss you!
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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 ]
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Pyrrha takes his hand, standing up with relative ease despite the heels, and is about to let go when he draws her attention to the ornament above them. Or - well. Seems like it has another purpose besides ornamentation, actually.] Oh.