Pressure Points 004

“Weiss, come ooooooon,” Ruby whined, her head thumping against the desk as she answered the last question of the mock test she’d whipped up for her partner. “We’ve been doing this for two hours now! When is enough enough?”

“It’s enough when you can score over ninety percent consistently,” Weiss chided, scribbling another dozen questions down on a sheet of paper. Ruby groaned as she saw this, covering her head with her hands. “These are simple questions you should be able to do in your sleep but since you were moved forward two years, you have gaps in your education that need to be filled. As your partner, it is my duty to rectify this!”

“I’m grateful and everything, for the time you’re taking to help my sister out,” Yang said from her bed. “But don’t you think you’re going a little overboard?”

Weiss opened her mouth, winced, and then shut it. She didn’t wince because she suddenly agreed with Yang. No. Never. Not in a million years! No, she winced because at that moment, her hand decided to spasm, her fingers locking up. The pain was sudden and sharp, and Weiss watched as the pen tumbled from her hand.

Ruby suddenly sat up, alert. “Are you okay?”

“It’s fine,” Weiss muttered, rubbing her hand gently. “...maybe we should take a break.”

Writing dozens upon dozens of questions on top of her own homework and self-study was beginning to take its toll on her poor wrist. Though this wasn’t the first time she’d had problems with her hand. While she was technically ambidextrous to an extent, she favored her left hand – both for writing, and for wielding her blade. They’d had a long double period of Combat Class, followed by their own team sparring, and it hadn’t done her any favors.

Aura could only do so much for her.

Rolling her wrist a few times, she flinched again when a sharp lance of pain rushed up her arm. Silver eyes peered at her worriedly, and even Yang was now sitting up, face filled with concern.

“Shelve that maybe, you seriously need to rest,” Yang said, falling into her motherly ways. It was something that Weiss observed about the blonde early on. She had a nurturing side to her that had been unexpected, though perhaps it was only unexpected due to Weiss’ own hasty conclusions. When she got to know her, she quickly realized that Yang had been Ruby’s rock for many years after their mother’s death. “You’ll end up spraining something if you haven’t already.”

“Fine,” Weiss sighed. “You aren’t wrong.”

“Yay~!” Ruby cheered, throwing her notebook across the room, paper scattering everywhere. “No more quizzes!”

“Ruby, don’t throw your book across the room!” Weiss snapped but the younger girl wasn’t listening, dashing from the room in a cascade of petals. Weiss hastily waved them away from her face, but that was a bad idea. It jolted her wrist and this time, she cried out.

Yang slipped off her bed and approached. “That sounded painful. Maybe you should get that looked at.”

“It’ll be fine,” Weiss said, though she wasn’t particularly convinced of that. It really hurt. “I’ll just wrap it or something, and lay off the training for a few days.”

By then, the passive healing effects from her aura would be enough to heal whatever damage had occurred. While it wasn’t great at healing these sorts of injuries, so long as she went easy on it, it should heal up nicely.

But Yang had a different idea.

“You know, maybe you should ask Jaune to take a look at it.”

Weiss scowled. “Why would I ever do that?”

She thought that maybe Yang was teasing her about his ridiculous crush but was surprised to see that there wasn’t a hint of humor on her face. In fact, she looked a hundred percent serious.

“My back was giving me a hard time, you know – because of these puppies,” Weiss held her tongue when Yang unceremoniously groped her own chest, hefting her breasts like they were objects not attached to her body. “It isn’t easy having big tits, so it was a bit of a pain in the ass. But all I needed was a good old fashioned back massage and I was right as rain.”

“And?” Weiss questioned, confused.

“And Jaune was the one that did it for me,” Yang rolled her eyes.

Wait, what?

Weiss blinked. “You let him touch you?”

“He doesn’t have the plague, Ice Queen,” Yang replied with that infuriating nickname. “And okay, I get it – I didn’t really think he’d have the magic touch either but Ruby vouched for him, and she was right. Whenever I get a little uncomfortable now, I go to him and he fixes me up. Pretty sweet, huh?”

What was she even saying? There was too much to unpack there. Everything from Ruby vouching for him to the fact that Yang was apparently receiving constant back rubs from that dolt.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Weiss deadpanned. “You’re pulling my leg.”

“I’m not pulling anything, trust me. He knows what he’s doing.”

Weiss… very much found that hard to believe.

Jaune Arc was a disaster on two legs. He was clumsy, unskilled, annoying, infuriatingly dense and couldn’t take the hint that she wanted nothing to do with him. Why would she? He was just another one of those greedy boys reaching for something far above their station, their eyes on the prize – her last name – rather than on her, the girl; Weiss. The only difference between him and all those other boys back in Atlas is that they all came from money and status already, and wanted more, while Jaune was from nothing, as far as she knew.

She wasn’t sure what was worse.

...maybe she was being a little harsh. Despite his poor showing at the beginning of term, he had shown vast improvement. At first, she just put it down to Pyrrha being an exceptional teacher, capable of drawing results out of a rock if she tried, but Weiss wasn’t in the habit of ignoring things right in front of her. More than once, she’d witnessed first hand the hard work he was putting in, often times when he was all alone, swinging his sword for hours on end.

If nothing else, Jaune Arc was stubborn. He was persistent.

Much to her dismay, when he kept trying to flirt with her.

But now he apparently had his hands all over Yang. Thinking about it, when was the last time he’d come up to her and dropped one of his horrible pick-up lines? Weiss tried to remember, and couldn’t think of a time this week. Maybe after History class, last week? She blinked.

When had this happened?

“I’d rather not,” she finally said, sighing. “He might get the wrong idea.”

“If you tell him straight, he’ll understand. I know he has been pining for you and everything, but it’s not like he is a creep or anything,” Yang smiled. “He’s actually pretty cool.”

“Cool, huh?” Weiss narrowed her eyes at Yang. “You think he’s cool, do you?”

Much to her surprise, Yang’s cheeks pinkened. “So? Yeah, I do.”

Before she could retort, their door burst open and Ruby returned. It seemed that the sisters were on the same wavelength because she wasn’t alone.

“Hey, woah – Ruby, slow down,” Jaune complained as he was pulled into their room. “What’s going on? Where’s the fire?”

“No fire,” Ruby chirped. “Weiss needs help.”

Blue eyes swung her way and instinctively, she tensed. Jaune stared at her, unsure.

“Uh – she does?”

Ruby nodded proudly. “Yup~! She needs ‘the treatment’.”

Yang snorted.

Jaune just looked confused. “The treatment?”

“Yeah – you know, with the rubbing and stuff. Her hand is sore.”

“Oh,” he said. “Are you sure she wants my help, though?”

“She does,” Ruby nodded assuredly.

“I do not,” Weiss snapped, annoyed. “Don’t make decisions for me.”

“Come on, Weiss,” Ruby whined. “Jaune is really good at this stuff, you’ll see!”

“I don’t want to see,” Weiss said firmly. “Ever.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Yang rolled her eyes.

“I am not. I choose who touches me. Me. Not you, not Ruby – me! I don’t want Arc touching me, and if that offends him, I don’t care.”

Yang held up her hands. “Geez, chill out. We’re just trying to help.”

“Uh, right,” Jaune said awkwardly, breaking the tension that suddenly filled the room. Rubbing his neck, he shuffled towards the door. “Seems like I’m not needed here. I’ll just be going now.”

When he left, Ruby stared at her with cold eyes but she wasn’t going to back down. “Don’t look at me like that!”

“Why’d you have to say it like that?”

“Like what?”

Ruby’s voice was emotionless. “Like he’s a creep.”

Weiss scoffed. “I didn’t say it like that.”

“You sorta did,” Yang chimed in. “I mean, I get it. If you don’t want him touching you, fine. But you didn’t have to say it like it was the worst thing ever.”

“You two were pushing me!”

“I’m going to hang out with my best friend,” Ruby said coolly while walking towards the door. “Have fun.”

She didn’t slam the door but she might as well have.

“Yeesh, you really pissed her off now,” Yang shook her head. “Well, whatever. It’s your loss.”

Weiss wasn’t used to getting the cold shoulder from her partner but that is exactly what she got for the rest of the day. Ruby wouldn’t even look at her, let alone speak to her, and the guilt gnawed away at her.

It wasn’t like she meant he was a creep or anything, she just… wasn’t comfortable with strangers touching her, that was all. It was hard enough when Ruby spontaneously hugged her but that was something she’d gotten used to. Having Jaune give her a massage? Even if it was just her hand?

That felt… a little too intimate.

When she explained that to Ruby the next day, she finally got a reaction.

“Fine. I’m sorry for pushing it on you, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” Ruby apologized, looking contrite. “But don’t speak about Jaune that way. It’s mean.”

“I didn’t mean to,” she sighed.

It was mean, wasn’t it? She’d been mean to Jaune for awhile now. It wasn’t like he hounded her all the time, he’d just throw in one of those horrid pickup lines every so often that would rile her up. And every so often had become rather rare as of late.

By the end of the day, though, her wrist had been through the wringer and the pain was worse than ever. Now it felt like it was running up her forearm, and when she touched the skin, she could feel the muscle was rock hard and tight.

“Are you okay?” Blake asked quietly as she cradled her arm through dinner, pausing with a piece of fish stuck to her cheek.

“My wrist hurts,” Weiss said softly. “My hand hurts. My arm hurts. I think I’ve pulled or sprained something.”

“You should ask Jaune for help. He’s good with stuff like that.”

Jaune.

Jaune. Jaune. Jaune.

What was with her team right now?

“Not you too,” Weiss sighed tiredly.

The rest of her friends were too engaged in their meals to take notice of their conversation, Blake leaning in so they could speak privately.

“I was feeling a bit stiff and he really helped me out. I know you two have… history, but he isn’t what you think. Just give it a shot. I guarantee you’ll feel better.”

Now Blake was vouching for him. She could see Ruby being blinded by friendship and Yang lying through her teeth because she thought it would be funny, but Weiss didn’t believe Blake would deceive her. Not about something like this.

“He did? Truly?”

Blake nodded. “I felt amazing afterwards. Trust me, you won’t regret it.”

Weiss gave in.

After dinner when the two teams were relaxing, Weiss approached him. She felt awkward, nervous. Feelings she was unaccustomed to feeling. Clearing her throat, she waited until his attention was on her before asking, “May we speak?”

Jaune seemed surprised but nodded. “Sure.”

She could feel the gaze of her teammates on her back, and it made her skin prickle.

They left the common room and made their way back to their dorm rooms. Weiss hesitated before inviting him in, and when Jaune was inside, she took a deep breath.

“It has come to my attention that you are… skilled at relieving muscular pain,” she began, doing her best to look everywhere but straight at him. “And as much as it vexes me, I am in need of such… skills.”

When he didn’t say anything, she continued.

“My hand has been giving me issues for the last couple of days, and it has only gotten worse,” Weiss offered her left arm. “Would you be willing to… take a look?”

“Yeah. If you don’t mind?”

She finally looked at him, and glared. “I wouldn’t have asked if I minded.”

Jaune shrugged. “It’s just that yesterday—”

“Don’t worry about yesterday,” she snapped. “Worry about now.”

“Right. Um – so, it’d be better if we were sitting down.”

Weiss nodded. “Yes, I suppose that makes sense.”

She sat down on her bed and then gently patted the place beside her.

“I give you permission to sit,” when he looked like he was about to question her. “This is my bed.”

The mattress shifted beneath his heavier weight and Weiss nearly fell into him, catching herself at the last moment.

“May I?” he asked, gesturing at her arm.

Weiss held out her arm and he cradled it in his hands gently, as if any wrong move would break it. That was ridiculous, of course. While she might be small and look delicate, she was a Huntress. Jaune Arc couldn’t break her if he tried.

He has big hands, she thought idly, her skin tingling as his fingers lightly stroked her forearm before encircling her wrist. Of course he has big hands, he is a man.

“I’m going to move your hand, okay?” he asked. “This will probably hurt.”

“I know that,” she then nodded. “You may move it.”

He started by moving it up and down, flexing her wrist and causing a pinch of pain to run up her arm. Weiss flinched and Jaune took note, stopping the action. He then rotated her hand in a circle, swiveling the joint.

“Ow,” she lit slip, jaw tight.

As he did this, his other hand slid up her arm and felt around her forearm, putting pressure on the underside.

“Your muscles are really tense,” he commented. “The tendons feel rock hard. Even your hand feels tight.”

When he touched her palm, she shivered involuntarily. The sensation was ticklish, and it shot up her arm and down her spine, as if goosebumps were erupting up and down her back.

What was that?

Weiss squirmed as he began touching her fingers, and she couldn’t help but compare how large his were compared to her own. His were longer and thicker, and rough, making her feel strange as they dragged across her skin. He bent her fingers, one at a time. The pointer elicited no pain but when he curled her middle and ring finger, Weiss felt that tightness increase through her wrist and up her forearm. There was some minor soreness with her thumb.

“Okay,” he said. “Can you turn your hand so your palm is facing up?”

She did as she was told and then tensed as he slipped off the bed and onto his knees, kneeling in front of her.

“A-Arc?”

“This will give me a better angle,” he said, and then took hold of her hand in both of his. They dwarfed her dainty hand completely. “I’m going to use my thumbs to push and massage the palm, okay? It might hurt a little at first.”

She nodded stupidly and he got to work, biting her lip as he put pressure just beneath the rounding of her thumb and just above the base of her pinkie finger.

“Ah~!” she exclaimed as he pushed in hard, rotating his thumbs and deeply massaging her hand. There was a pinch of pain followed by a rush of heat.

My heart is racing, she thought fuzzily, her thighs tensing as they clamped together. Why is my heart racing?

Weiss tried to stifle any sounds but she couldn’t help it, exhaling deeply as her fingers stretched, Jaune circling those two spots over and over and over again. A whimper escaped her, her eyes fluttering shut.

Why did it feel so good?

She knew massages were meant to feel good but this – it was just her hand. When his thumb ran down the center of her palm, she sighed sweetly, and when he stroked back up, her hand almost contracted as the pleasurable, slightly painful sensation rushed up her arm.

This was much more dangerous than she anticipated, and for a completely different reason.

“You have very pretty hands,” Jaune complimented.

“Ah~! I – I don’t need to hear t-that,” she tried to blow him off, but she felt her cheeks glow. “J-Just do your job.”

She could feel the tension lessening in her palm, and when he began tracing the tendons of each finger on the underside of her hand, she felt something velvety and slick shake loose in her belly. It pooled messily in her lower tummy, a blooming heat that was no more than an ember. An ember buried within kindle.

Weiss knew what this was.

She refused to acknowledge it.

Mortified, she allowed Jaune to continue rubbing her hand until he was satisfied.

“I’m going to massage your forearm now,” he told her, his fingers moving higher. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end.

“Mmmmnn~!” she almost moaned, her lips clamping shut as he pressed his thumbs in just north of her wrist and ran them up the inside of her forearm. Weiss watched as her pale skin flushed red with the friction. “Haaah – mmmm, ow,” she suddenly cringed, Jaune having found a particularly hard spot.

“This is going to be uncomfortable,” he warned her.

He had no idea.

Weiss cried out but it was quickly followed by a long, drawn out whimper. His thumbs pressed down hard, rolling in opposite directions, causing heat to settle hotly in her crotch. No matter how hard she squeezed her thighs together, it did nothing to help quench the sudden blaze between her legs.

What is wrong with me?

He worked up and down her forearm, massaging out the tightness until it felt like jelly. Weiss tried to stifle her sounds but they slipped through her lips regardless. It was beyond embarrassing, and when he started rotating her wrist again, the pain was much less than before.

“How does that feel?”

“Mmm, good,” she managed, shivering as her core clenched. The way his finger tips ghosted over her skin was driving her insane. She felt sensitive everywhere. “It feels – ah~! – better than before.”

It was just a simple massage. Why did it feel so good? Why was her body reacting so easily to Jaune Arc of all people? A boy she routinely dismissed. Sure, he was handsome in a boyish way. Tall and broad, and big – his hands were big. Was that all that was big?

Little Miss repressed Schnee, her mind turning lurid with dirty thoughts. He was surely big everywhere, right? It didn’t matter if he wasn’t particularly bright or suave – he could be gifted in other ways.

Weiss felt her ears heat up, mortified.

Daddy would hate him.

Weiss closed her eyes, trying not to think about it. It was impossible.

He continued to work on her wrist and hand until she was a quivering wreck, and she was glad that her top was padded. If it weren’t, there would be no mistaking the state of her nipples. They were rock hard, so much so that they ached, her insides throbbing in time to her heartbeat which pounded away in her chest.

Perhaps her teammates were onto something after all.

“There,” he released her hand and she felt the loss of contact acutely. “I can’t do much more than that. Do you still feel any pain?”

Weiss rolled her wrist and wiggled her fingers. There was a little bit of pressure still but much of the pain had abated.

“It’s much better,” she said.

Though her wrist no longer burned, something else did.