Save the world? Fuck that, I want to make money! (RWBY SI) ch 46

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Coitus. Sex. Fornication. Making love. All such many words to describe one act, each one more lewd and scandalous than the other.

Winter Schnee was raised differently than most people, her family wealthy beyond imagining. She was instilled the manners and decorum befitting of a young woman in a high station. She was taught to be dignified, classy, a noble lady in all but name. Winter took such lessons to heart, not wanting to disappoint her tutors and her father who would absolutely refuse anyone trying to get into the family's good graces. Such was the value of her chastity after all.

But Winter Schnee was still a young woman, healthy and in the very peak of her life. Like any normal woman, she also had desires too. She grew a fondness for those with drive, who showed a certain maturity that set her at ease. The lack of a caring father figure too also influenced her tastes though she would never admit that to anyone, the embarrassment of such a thing would kill her. A part of her would blame her own curiosity for finding the Cold Heart, Hot Love series. She would find herself relating badly to the titular main character, a girl who much like herself, was forced to maintain an image to please others. That was until her downfall in the form of her biggest irritation and eventually lover, a much older man that penetrated deep into her heart despite her best attempts.

Figuratively and literally.

For Winter Schnee, her downfall was Alexander Wayland.

At first glance, it was an absurd pairing. She was like ice, terrible to the touch. Alexander was hot much like the forges of his ancestors. She was polite, professional, a good soldier. Alexander was casual; far too much for a man of his station. He treated the highest man to the lowest child the same, faunus or human. While she would find reading a book by a fireside exciting, Alexander was the one to make snow angels in the snow.

The complete opposites of each other.

But Alexander was brave. Proper when he had to be. Ambitious, loyal and dutiful to their kingdom. Unlike the usual rich young boy she had met in her time, Alexander was someone who understood duty. He understood their responsibility. Most importantly and in the simplest terms, he actually gave a damn, the mine rescue coming to mind.

Why wouldn't she not be attracted to that? Why wouldn't she not fall for that?

And it was with those chaotic thoughts in her mind, Winter took a breath as she walked over to Alexander's tent. Instead of staying in the town, he had decided a while ago to stay with his Silver Shields in the field. While the idea of a VIP sleeping in a unsecured area gave her nightmares, the facility was perhaps the most secure place on the island. And besides, it wasn't as if he was helpless himself.

It was night now, better for Winter to walk through quietly and not get accosted by troopers with far more questions than sense. The last thing they needed to see was the Specialist walking through the tents going for a booty call. Indeed, Winter had spent significant time redirecting patrols that granted them some privacy for at least thirty minutes. Sure, the tent Alexander slept in was less a spartan tent and more of a small home but soldiers liked to gossip.

Finally, Winter found Alexánder's abode, a luxury tent that one could enter in through a zipper door. It was well-lit and protected, two Silver Shield men standing outside the entrance. These were the Mistrali veterans, hard-faced men that had seen technology go from swords to plasma cannons. Not easy to mess with and deadly loyal. Said men eyed her carefully as Winter strode forward, her boots echoing against the ground.

"Halt," the first man stopped her, his voice accented. "What's your business here?"

"I have a report for Alexander Wayland," Winter replied, holding up a leather bag. Indeed, she did also have papers there that he could look at. It too also had some personal effects that she would need after their...well...rendezvous. It took all of her self control not to burst into a fiery blush then and there.

"The Strategos has informed us that you would be coming to see him," the other guard spoke up. "He is not here however."

That was like a clap inside her mind. Alexander was not there?

"He did ask us to pass you a paper," the first guard added, seeing her mood turn foul for a second. He reached into his pocket and held out a paper to Winter who accepted it cautiously. On further glance, it was coordinates.

A little bit far away from the site.

Wordlessly, Winter pocketed it. She offered the guards a grateful nod. "Thank you, gentlemen." She then turned on her heels, emotions flickering inside of her. Annoyance, impatience. But also intrigue, curiosity.

This better be worth it.

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She had to requisition an off-road vehicle to get to Alexander faster. The coordinates was walkable, yes. But Winter was impatient. She already had her moment interrupted earlier by a little girl no less. And she wasn't about to go and get her one chance at being with her lover taken away.

Her path led her to a beach then into a corner, turning into a cove. The water fed into it softly, a caress to her ears. The rock wall above would have provided shade if it were day but no, it was night. Moonlight fed into it instead, illuminating a single man seated on a spread blanket. He shone on both sides, the bright moon above and the small orange-red light at his side. The closer Winter came, the more she saw that a spread was ready for her. Breads, cheeses, meats, fruits, and even a bottle of wine for them to share. She kept her cool, refusing the listen to the thumping of her heart.

A thumping that turned into drumming as she halted her vehicle, turned it off with a quick switch, and sat aside to face him.

Alexander never looked so...

"You are ethereal," Alexander whispered. In his mind, he had been watching the moon waiting for Winter to arrive. And arrive she did on a ATV, clad head to toe in the form-fitting suit of a Specialist. She halted her ride, taking off her helmet and letting her shoulder length hair free. Winter like him was pale, most Atlesians were. But there was something in the moonlight that just made her look like a star had descended. She was silver herself, the ice-blue of her eyes glittering like pearls. He was not inclined to believe in elves or fae before.

He was a believer in them now.

"Flatterer," Winter scoffed, hopping off the ATV and sauntered over to where Alexander sat. He smirked, gesturing the spot next to him. Wordlessly, Winter's hand reached for the zipper on her top suit. She made sure to smile back, her eyes dainty and sweet. The result was expected, Alexander's eyes turning predatory, eyeing her as a eagle would seeing a rabbit. Winter was not a innocent maiden. She knew what she was doing and it was enflaming her lover. She wasn't worried however. She trusted Alexander and for all his faults, he would never lay a hand on her not unless she said so.

And thus, Winter joined him, sitting closely to his side and empty of clothes above the waist save for a grey sports bra that kept her chest covered. Her ears perked as a cork popped open. "A little something I got in the mail. That Xiao Long man sent a bottle of wine as an apology. Apparently, it's the oldest one he has." Alexander explained as he poured onto their glasses. He finished, setting the bottle aside. He picked up both glasses deftly in his hands, one for her and for him. Winter reached out, grabbing one by its stem.

Their fingers touched for a brief moment and shackled electricity in them both sparked to life. Winter fully engulfed it, wrapping her fingers with his for a second then pulled back, a coy smirk on her face covering the rapid drumbeats and the twisting knots that was her stomach. "A toast," Winter declared. "To the future."

"To the stars," Alexander replied as they clinked glasses. And so they drank, sweet sweet liquid clashing against their tongues.

"Delicious," Alexander declared after a brief and dramatic sigh. "I ought to get gifts like this more. I am sure I have plenty of fans whose fathers have a wine collection."

"The entire wealth of this island is little compared to yours, Alex. You can get wine no matter where," Winter pointed out. Alex pulled a little grape away from its bunch and popped it into his mouth.

"Well, this means more to me than what I could buy with my money," Alex explained himself. "Tai does not have a lot but his home, his daughters, and his work. He can give no more than that."

Speaking of daughters. "I saw you whisper something to that little girl, Ruby. What was it?" Winter asked, curious. She set her wine glass aside to listen in.

"Well, that Rose girl is brilliant, I tell you," Alex grinned. "She's going to build her first weapon, a scythe that can turn into a anti-material rifle. I've convinced her to incorporate exploding dust bullets in her arsenal. So, not only will her Crescent Rose turn anything into paste, they will also explode as well." He sighed in contentment. "Ah, the youth truly are the future." What he had left unsaid was a scholarship opportunity that awaited Ruby if she could finish early and with impressive grades. Wherever she decided to go, he would personally bankroll her.

Normally, little girls asked for things like dolls or puppies, not advice on building weapons. But Winter wasn't really surprised considering the audience that followed Alexander's movements as if he was the God of War. This, she said to him and more. "Are you aware of the titles people are giving you?" Winter asked, her head cocked to the side.

"Not really, no," Alexander admitted. "I've been far too busy with work to even look at the CCT net."

Well, this surely would go boost his ego. "The Lord of War, Prince of Death. Atlas's Arsenal..." Winter listed off a few that she could name. This all came from hearsay and muttered whisperings of the infantry. In a few reports from the mine battle, both Atlas troopers and Silver Shield men swore that their weapons worked better if they invoked the Wayland name. Winter did not believe such a thing, aware that Alexander's semblance had a passive effect of letting machines work a little bit better.

"Kiss asses," Alexander snorted, shaking his head. He took a grape and held it out for Winter to eat. The grape she accepted gratefully. But as her lips wrapped around the fruit, it too tasted Alexander. Her eyes never left his as she slowly bobbed her head back, chewing with a innocent expression.

She swallowed, savouring the highly sweet treat, before cocking her head. "And here I thought you'd be pleased by such things."

He shook his head. "Oh, please. If they really want to get into my pants, there is a stiff requirement."

"Is that so?" Winter asked, leaning in. "Do tell, Mister Wayland."

He smirked, going close. "For one, they have to beat one that has my heart already. This girl, no, this woman is the most beautiful and amazing woman on the whole planet."

Winter's breath hitched as Alexander leaned in, his hands wrapping with hers and interlocking with her fingers. "She who I have been through thick and thin. She who I have fallen for and will never, ever set aside."

His voice, his words, each a match to her soul. The world had drowned out for Winter, save for the thumping of her heart and Alexander's forehead resting against hers. "She who is more important to me than all the gold, all the jewels on this world."

Her voice was a whisper. "And...who is this girl?"

Winter's eyes widened as lips clashed gently against hers. She closed her eyes, savouring the taste of wine, fruit, and her lover. He pulled back, the act torture to Winter.

His smile, she would always remember. "This girl is with me now. This girl....is you."

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Winter's back hit against the blanket, her legs locked together, as Alexander mounted her. Gasps and sighs left her mouth as Alexander's lips found her. Her body felt hot, the wine they drank and the emotion of touch turning her into something hotter than the sun. Her skin was red, her cheeks searing with blood. Her heart pounded in a frenzy, her stomach twisted beyond all measure, as Alexander's fingers, rough to the sensation but gentle in its movements, explored her. Her lips were not safe from him, his fingers trailing from her ears, down to her neck and between her chest. She let out a moan, a breathy gasp, as his fingers caressed her stomach. Her back arched as he trailed his fingers around her bare skin. 

She giggled, Alexander's lips going down. Then another gasp as he softly bit against her ear lobe, then suckled against her neck. Winter never felt anyone so hot before, the feeling was overwhelming, threatening to burn her then and there. But as much as she loved being touched, she wanted to return the favour too. Her hands reached out, exploring and unbuttoning his shirt. A frustrated cry left her lips as Alexander pulled back. But that frustration left quickly as he began to undress. Adrenaline pouring through her, Winter followed, unclasping her sports bra and pulling down her pants and panties, setting them aside and laying there bare and nude. 

​She relaxed, letting Alexander drink in her form. She could see why Alex called her ethereal considering how her skin was quite literally glittering against the silver moon. Her form was fit, exercised, and healthy as a soldier's body ought to be. But it also was soft too, an hour-glass shape that only got better with time. Her breasts were round and supple, pink teats hardened from the excitement and the sea air flowing in. Alexander himself was any girl's dream too. His work had left him muscled and firm. He hadn't neglected training himself, putting in the work to be fit. Her eyes trailed down between his legs, her teeth sinking into her lips as she saw his hard cock. It pulsed, naked desire bare and screaming for her touch. 

Consciously, her thighs rubbed against each other as Alexander scooted over, the steam visible off him. "Lie down and spread your legs," he ordered. 

​Winter did as as he asked, relaxing and spreading her legs for her lover. He crawled over, marvelling at the smoothness of her thighs and its milky softness. She sighed, his hands and lips going to work in kissing and suckling her. He was free and uninhibited in his ministrations, ensuring that both her thighs received love and not just them. His fingers would trail up, caressing her hips. Winter's frustration would mount as everytime he would near her pussy, he would suddenly move away. The desire kept on building up more, her pussy becoming wetter and wetter with each tease. She had shaved for this and this infuriating man would da-

"Ah!" she mewled as searing hot breath hugged her wet and aching pussy. Embarrassment coursed through Winter as her hands reached up to cover her face. Her embarrassment would only become more apparent as Alexander chuckled. 

"I hate you!" she stammered. She gasped, suddenly feeling his presence against her ear. 

"I love the way you moan, Winter," his voice was husky and deep, and open in his want of her. "Keep it up, okay?" 

Slowly, she lowered her hands and met his eyes, kind and caring for her. There was no lie to them when he said he enjoyed the sound of her voice. She swallowed the lump in her throat. 

"I'm going to make you feel good now, alright?" Alex asked with a smile. Slowly, she nodded. A breathy gasp left her lips as Alex leaned in, kissing her stomach, then leaving more kisses up until finally, his lips wrapped against her bare nipples. Together, his fingers trailed down and down, until finally, it caressed her labia. Her moans left her mouth freely, breathy and deep, and passionate. Gentle circular motions clashed against her, imprisoned lightning spread through her veins. Her heart was alive inside her chest, she was more fire than ice, her legs flighty and nervous as Alexander pleased her. His tongue did not let up, wrapping and suckling and worshipping her nipples, his fingers gentle yet relentless. 

Then, he reached up into her clit. Winter's vision went white, the imprisoned lightning inside of her pushing for release. Her fingers sank deep into the sound, a loud cry left her mouth and her back arched then shivered in place as her climax tore through her as water would burst forth from a dam. She twitched, gasping for breath, and exhausted, as she went limp on the blanket. 

"Fuah....huah..." she gasped. Alexander was attentive, gentle, as he pulled his fingers away and marvelled at the cream surrounding it. He glanced down at Winter, his eyes only seeing her serene face and how soft her lips looked. He leaned in, kissing first her forehead then her cheek. "You were amazing," he praised her, honest and sincere. 

"B...bastard," Winter breathed out, her aura coming to work and letting her recover. Her eyes landed on his length, twitching and hard. 

"Your turn," Winter demanded, her energy returning. 

"Lie on your stomach," Alexander asked. Winter complied, rolling over and facing the sea in the distance. She wondered what Alex was about to be doing that was until she felt pressure on her back. Paper was torn, Alexander putting up protection before the final act. She swallowed in another lump, nervous anticipation feeding her. Her breasts squished against the blanket, and her entrance quivered feeling his hard cock poke and prod against her. Alexander watched from above, his eyes poring through every detail of Winter as he leaned in, his head hanging above hers. She braced herself only to let out a long suffering moan as he pushed inside of her, his cock kissing and rubbing against her inner walls. Her nails dug once more into the sand, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her eyes glazed with lust as Alexander pulled back out, and fucked her. 

Their moans mixed together as Alexander speed settled for Winter's enjoyment. She clasped around him with fervent desperation, not willing to let him go. Her body jiggled as his slapped against her rear, lewd wet sounds echoing against the cove's walls. He leaned in, gasping and moaning against her ears. That act only made her tighter as Winter drank in the sheer pleasure coming from her lover. No words of love were shared, no praises or affirmations. Their pleasured panting was all the confirmation both needed. 

​Alexander poured his stamina and his love into her, the bucking of his hips upping in controlled speed. Winter's cries continued, the pressure inside her forming, that familiar wonderful expression that threatened to break out. The blanket was a mess now, torn by her nails as her body shivered. She could feel Alexander shaking too, his cock pulsing with each lustful thrust. Winter's cheek felt Alex's warm hands as he grabbed onto her, smashing his lips against hers, his tongue forced inside and wrapping with hers.

"MMMMMMMMMHHHH!" Winter screamed into his mouth, the sound stifled and coming out as mewling instead of a cry as her body shook in place. The blanket was fully torn, her fingers digging into sand instead. Fire burned inside her stomach, warm liquid caught by the condom Alex wore. Winter gasped for breath like a woman hungry for it as she fell flat on the floor. Alexander would pull out, collapsing next to her. 

For a moment, there was nothing else for them but the crashing of water against the beach and the smell of the sea. The recovery came quick, aura was useful with that. But Winter did not desire for another round, not so soon anyway. She did not need to ask for warmth as Alex felt the same, his hand wrapping around hers. Not a second later, Winter was nuzzling against her bare chest. 

"Wow," Alexander breathed out. Winter let out a satisfied hum and smirked. Of course he would say that. She was Winter Schnee after all. Her pride would demand nothing less. 

"You can go rougher next time, I think," Winter said, her face still resting against his chest. 

"As my lady commands," Alexander replied, a devious smile on his face. Winter nodded, pleased. 

"Good boy," she affirmed before sighing. Alexander hummed, catching onto her sigh. He cocked his head. 

"Is something wrong, Winter?" Alexander asked. Winter looked up and saw nothing but concern twinkle in his eyes. She reached out, caressing his face with a free hand. 

"I am...I am merely concerned about the future," Winter admitted. "Right now, two of the Kingdoms on Remnant are in chaos. I know General Ironwood says that we will not be interfering with either but what if the future forces our hand? What if I must do my duty and go either to Vacuo or Mistral?" 

'What will happen if we can't meet?' was left unsaid. Winter Schnee trusted Alex with her life. She trusted him to be loyal to her too. However, Winter was a soldier. She had seen comrades go broken on finding out that their partners had turned to infidelity. Not only that, Winter was raised in high society and she too knew that indiscretions were an accepted part of their class provided it wasn't too open and brazen. Winter as a woman held herself to higher standards than that. She would not, in good conscience, accept indiscretions. Despite her upbringing, she truly had nothing she could call her own. A relationship was one of the things she could say she had that she worked for. 

"Then, I shall also do my duty, and wait for you to return," Alexander spoke up, his voice gentle and warm. Each word uttered warming her heart. He took her caressing hand and kissed it as he looked down, smiling. "I told you that I was yours and you were mine. No one else shall have me, no one else shall touch me. I am yours, Winter. Now, Always, and Forever." 

As if she couldn't fall for him even harder. 

"You are making it very hard for me to let you go, Alexander," Winter whispered, pride and heart swelling. 

"And such a thing will never happen," Alexander promised. "I do not plan on letting you go either." 

The pair went quiet. Then, Alex leaned down, kissing her. It was shared for a brief second until he pulled back. 

"I love you," he whispered. 

She could die then and there without regrets. "I love you too."

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A/N: Enjoy, you bastards.