Stranded 012

Jaune thought being lost at sea and stranded on a deserted island would be the craziest thing to happen to him this month, but he was wrong. Oh so wrong, and for the best of reasons. An impossible dream, the fanciful desire of a seventeen year old hick from the countryside coming true – in a way that he never thought possible.

Weiss...

Jaune had taken to just wearing his jeans and boots at this point, leaving his armor and other clothing off. The absence of Grimm or any other threat was beginning to make him a little too relaxed, but the oppressive heat during the day was just too much to weather at times. So as he got undressed for his nightly bath, he only had to kick off his boots and socks, and pull down his pants and underwear, leaving him as naked as the day he was born.

He sighed as she lowered himself into the fresh water spring, the chill washing over him like a refreshing tide. It would have been nice to have some shampoo or soap, but he wasn’t about to complain. They were lucky enough to find this much.

He was more than grateful.

Leaning back against the smooth rocks, he spread his arms out, tilting his head back to watch the beams of evening light filter through the canopy. They still had a couple of hours of sunlight left before dark but he had decided to wash up first, leaving the girls back at camp.

Something wasn’t right.

Blake was avoiding him.

It wasn’t so blatant as that but ever since the day before, she had been acting... off. There was a distance that had suddenly stretched between them, a subtle thing, but something he had noticed quickly. At dinner, she had barely spoken two words to him, eating her dinner before retiring for the evening. It was the first night that she tried to sleep away from him, away from them – but during the night, the chill had forced her to snuggle up, her body overriding whatever issue that had suddenly sprung up between them. When she had woken up in his arms, practically sprawled across his body, she had hastily retreated without a word, but he had witnessed the look of panic etched on her face.

Something definitely wasn’t right.

He just didn’t know what.

Jaune thought about it all day, mulling over all of their interactions. She had been fine after their bout, in good spirits though she hadn’t appreciated Weiss’ teasing. Then she had left for her bath and they... done other things...

After that, it was like he had committed some grave sin and she couldn’t bear to look at him any longer than was required. If he spoke to her, she would answer. But there was a curtness to her replies, as if she was trying to get through the conversation as quickly as possible so it could end and he would leave her alone.

Perhaps her defeat had upset her more than he realized. Blake never struck him as the type to get angry over such a thing, the girl didn’t really have an ego to speak of when it came to martial matters and yet...

He wasn’t the only one that noticed.

Weiss had caught on quickly but unlike him, she seemed much less concerned. In fact, she appeared amused. Jaune didn’t understand what was so funny. It was a little hurtful, if truth be told, but when he asked her about it, she’d just shrugged.

“I think she just figured something out,” was all he could get out of the heiress before she changed the topic.

What did that even mean?

But while things with Blake were strange, everything with Weiss was quite frankly out of this world.

Jaune felt his cock twitch as his memories played over in his mind. The taste of her lips, moist and warm, inviting him inside. The way her nipples pebbled against his tongue, cute and perky, her little breasts driving him wild with lust. Her smooth hands on his cock, stroking him to completion, her face full of excitement and wonder. Her panty clad mound rocking back and forth on his trapped erection, her lusty sighs as she unraveled in ecstasy, expression the perfect look of beautiful agony.

Out of this world was right. He had stepped off at the wrong stop and entered the wet dream fantasies of his younger self, and he didn’t ever want to find his way out again. They were moving way too fast. They hadn’t talked nearly enough. Jaune knew he should slow down, that they needed to discuss things because this wasn’t something he wanted to mess up but even if there was a brake, he didn’t have the willpower to pump it.

Weiss... liked him.

She loved him.

He couldn’t believe it.

It was everything he had ever wanted, and more. His imagination hadn’t been close to what this really felt like. Not just the physical but the emotional. His heart felt full, as if it were going to burst at any moment. Jaune didn’t believe he could ever feel more affection for a person than he already did but she had proved him wrong.

She always did.

Fuck, he so down so fucking bad.

Cupping water with both hands, he splashed his face. Rubbing at his eyes and brow, he sunk down and dunked his head, running his fingers through his hair. When he surfaced, he slicked back his hair, giving his head a shake to clear the water from his ears before settling back again.

Maybe it was strange to be so happy right now considering the circumstances they found themselves in but he couldn’t help it. He was ecstatic and the only reason he wasn’t walking around with the biggest, smuggest, annoyingest grin on his dumb face was because of the odd tension between him and Blake. It didn’t seem appropriate to show off how deliriously joyful he was when he had clearly upset her somehow.

Maybe Weiss could fix it.

Whatever ‘it’ was.

Even if she didn’t find it particularly worrisome, even though she appeared to take some amusement from the situation, she saw how much it was bothering him. Before he’d gone for his bath, she’d told him she would talk with her but didn’t promise him anything.

It was better than doing nothing, even though all he could do was sit around and wait.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there. Long enough to start dozing, lulled by the trickling of water over rock and bird song from the forest around him. Sagging, he felt boneless, his eyes heavy as they closed. He knew he should probably get out but he felt too comfortable, and so he stayed.

That was how they found him.

His ears perked up as the bushes rustled, his eyes slowly creeping open. Weiss appeared first, immediately recognizable even in his half-asleep state, her white hair and dress standing out starkly. Jaune blinked slowly, smiling.

“Hey,” he said before realizing that she wasn’t alone.

Blake met his eyes, an unusual expression crossing her face before she looked down. All of a sudden, he was wide awake, sitting up as they approached.

“Have you been sleeping?” Weiss asked, partly amused, partly annoyed. “We were waiting for you to come back so we could come wash but you were taking forever.”

“Uh – sorry,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess I was tired.”

“You’ll catch a chill if you aren’t careful,” she chided. “Honestly.”

Jaune chuckled. “My bad, mother.”

Weiss scoffed. “Call me that again and you’ll pay for it.”

It was small but he was sure he saw a smile briefly cross Blake’s face before she looked away, catching him looking.

“Turn around,” Weiss commanded.

Wait a minute, they weren’t getting in his pond, were they?

“Er...”

Weiss rolled her eyes. “Hurry up. We’re both hungry and you’re making this take longer than it needs to.”

Was that really the problem here? There were plenty of other pools they could bathe in but they were standing right in front of him, Weiss arching an eyebrow as if to ask, ‘Well?’. If it was just Weiss here, then it made sense.

What about Blake?

Jaune turned around.

He heard them undress, their clothes rustling and his imagination ran wild. While he had felt Weiss’ body, touched it, and had seen some of it, there was still so much more to discover. Now she was stripping off, completely nude and was about to get in the pool with him, but not alone.

Blake was slender and lithe, though taller than Weiss and not so tiny. He’d seen the toned plains of her stomach, her ridiculous ass swallow her thong as she frolicked in the ocean but now that small piece of protection would be absent. Her breasts would be bare to his eyes and he couldn’t help but wonder how they looked. Did she have wide, puffy nipples or were they small and tight? Were they pink and cute, or dusky and alluring? Her breasts were bigger than Weiss’ were, though still perky and youthful.

He needed to calm down.

The water rippled as they slipped in and he heard their sighs as the cool water washed over their bodies. He expected them to move away. There was enough room for there to be a couple of meters between them but when they settled, he knew that they were right behind him. Any closer and their feet could touch.

“You can turn around now.”

Jaune hesitated but slowly turned, doing his best not to let his eyes wander. He met Weiss’ eyes and she smiled at him, her gaze filled with warmth. When his eyes shifted to Blake, they settled on vibrant amber that stared at him coolly. He would have believed she was unaffected by the situation if not for the pinkening of her cheeks.

He didn’t dare look down. Even though they were submerged, the water was crystal clear. If he did, there would be little to shield their modesty. As it was, he could still see the slender slope of their necks leading down to their delicate collarbones, their shoulders still above water. It was silly, he had seen their shoulders plenty of times. Weiss’ dress was strapless and hadn’t he already seen them in their underwear?

But knowing that they were both naked and all he needed to do was shift his gaze lower, that awareness made those simple shoulders so much more sexy than they otherwise would be. Not that they weren’t attractive in their own right already, their skin smooth and soft, but that extra knowledge only enhanced it.

Jaune really hoped he didn’t pop a boner. That would be awkward as hell.

“Sorry about taking so long,” he apologized again, feeling the need to say something. The silence was killing him. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s fine.”

It was Blake that spoke.

“We were worried that something might have happened to you,” she continued, eyes still locked on him. It was actually a little unsettling, as if she were attempting to drill a hole through his face with the power of her mind.

“We knew you had your sword, though,” Weiss chipped in. “So not too worried.”

He might have taken to not wearing his armor but Crocea Mors was always within reach. The sword was propped up against the rocks, the pommel easily accessible.

“We finished all the chores,” Blake told him and with relief, it seemed like whatever Weiss had spoken to her about had broken the spell of distance that had been cast over them. Her presence here, and her willingness to talk to him in more than short answers began to set him at ease. “We have crab for dinner.”

Jaune liked crab.

“Blake caught them for us,” Weiss nudged her teammate, the water splashing slightly. “As an apology. She didn’t mean to be so curt with you. She was just a little taken aback, weren’t you, Blake?”

Jaune blinked, looking between them.

The pink hue that dusted Blake’s cheeks flared brighter.

“Taken aback?” he asked.

When Blake didn’t say anything, Weiss sighed.

“She saw us,” the heiress explained. “She was crouching in the bushes yesterday while we were intimate.” Blake finally stopped looking at him, her face filled with outrage as she whipped around to look at Weiss.

“Weiss!”

“What?” the white haired woman asked. “He should know, right?”

Jaune felt his own face sting.

“You could have phrased it better than that!” she said hotly. “You’re making me sound like some – some creep!”

Weiss shrugged, looking like she was thoroughly enjoying this. “If the shoe fits...”

She spluttered as Blake splashed her in the face.

“It was an accident,” Blake quickly turned to Jaune, her face filled with worry, begging him to believe her. “I swear it was an accident, Jaune. I just – I was coming back to ask Weiss something and – you two... I didn’t mean to see anything!”

Well this was a little embarrassing.

She’d seen them? How much of it had Blake witnessed? Had she seen him sucking on Weiss’ tits like a starving man at a buffet? Had she seen Weiss jerking him off until he shot all over her belly, messing her dress?

No wonder Blake could hardly look him in the face.

“You could have walked away,” Weiss said coyly.

“Shut up!” Blake hissed, mortified. “I panicked! I froze up! Jaune, please – you have to believe me!”

This conversation was awkward enough but the fact that they were all currently naked just made it so much worse. Blake’s pleading expression really wasn’t helping matters, either. Her beautiful face imploring him, her body shielded by nothing more than clear water and his own refusal to peek.

“This wasn’t the first time she saw us together, either,” Weiss continued to rub the salt in.

“Weiss,” he said, voice stern. “That’s enough.”

His tone brooked no argument, not that she was going to fight him. She was being a little mean but Jaune could see what she was doing by forcing this all out in the open. They couldn’t not talk about it now. It could no longer fester.

It was better to rip the band-aid off quickly than remove it slowly, after all. Less pain.

Weiss could be brutally blunt, though. She wouldn’t sugar coat her words.

Blake looked like she was going to cry, her eyes watery.

“I’m not mad,” he told her. “It was a mistake, right? Anyway – it’s mostly our fault. We were... doing that outside for everyone to see.”

“We’re the only ones here,” Weiss muttered.

“...you know what I mean,” Jaune said. “What I’m trying to say is that it was an accident. That’s all.”

Jaune was still a little confused, though. Sure, he understood why Blake may have been thrown off and didn’t know how to handle the situation, distancing herself from them – but that was just it. She hadn’t pulled away from Weiss. She’d only pulled away from him.

...had she thought he’d forced himself on Weiss?

Surely not.

Right?

“It was consensual,” he explained, clearing up any misunderstandings. “Just in case you thought...”

Blake looked horrified while Weiss appeared disgruntled.

“I didn’t think that!” Blake surged forward, rising partially out of the water and Jaune caught a full, unobstructed view of her magnificent tits before he could look away. They were plump, larger than Weiss but not as large as Pyrrha or Yang. A C-cup, maybe? They were pert and youthful with just the briefest hint of sag, their weight pulling them apart, and were capped with two creamy, puffy nipples, the areola protruding from the breast slightly with tiny nubs on the end. Untouched by the sun, they were distinctly more pale than her shoulders and stomach; pale and alluring, slick with the water from the pond. “Jaune – no, I never thought that.”

He couldn’t look at Blake so he looked at Weiss. The white haired girl shook her head.

“How did you come up with that idea?” she asked, annoyed.

“I don’t know,” he panicked. “She didn’t seem mad at you!”

“That’s because she’s seen me naked before,” Weiss sighed, looking at the both of them as if they were children. “We’ve bathed together before and seen each other's bodies. She knew I was okay with it. You were a new sight for her, though. Not an unwelcome one. Though she had seen your butt before.”

“Weiss,” Blake hissed. “Don’t.”

“Fine,” Weiss waved her hand, flicking at the water in a shooing motion. “Whatever. Just so you know, you’re flashing Jaune right now.”

Blake squawked and quickly submerged herself, and when she resurfaced, her face was blazing scarlet. Jaune cleared his throat, trying to appear innocent.

“...did you see?” Blake asked, voice strained.

Jaune wouldn’t lie. “...only a little. Sorry.”

Blake turned around, sulking.

Was this really all it had been? A part of him was happy that it was just a misunderstanding, Blake’s embarrassment getting the better of her. He was pretty embarrassed as well, knowing that she’d witnessed him doing those things to Weiss. Jaune had really thought he’d upset her somehow so it was pleasing to know that no such thing had occurred. On the other hand, he felt like something was being left out. What that thing was? He didn’t have a clue. Weiss probably knew what it was but she wasn’t telling. Not in front of Blake, anyway.

It was fine. As long as things remained good between them then Jaune was happy.

With Blake facing away from him, all he could see was her back. While it was nowhere near as titillating as her front, it was far from having zero effect on him. Her slender, lithe muscles created a beautiful web across her upper back and shoulders, leading down into the water where her trim waist was still visible. Jaune’s eyes dipped involuntarily and admired the flaring curve of her hips, rounding off into that wonderful ass that’d he’d heard some of the other guys at Beacon call the Bellabooty. They weren’t wrong – that was a booty if he ever saw one.

She really was a ridiculously attractive young woman.

Catching himself, he quickly glanced at Weiss and saw that she’d seen him look. There was no anger on her face, though. In fact, when his eyes met hers, she smirked at him as if he hadn’t just been checking out another woman right in front of her.

This whole situation was just strange.

Taking pity on them, Weiss decided to try and break the tension that had developed from Jaune’s accidental peek.

“I was thinking we should expand our search zone,” she said. “There are still parts of the island we haven’t explored yet and we’ve been conservative since finding fresh water. We haven’t even touched the northern side yet.”

Jaune nodded. “I have no problem with that.”

Blake slowly turned around, keeping her body hunched over to protect her modesty, arms crossed over her chest. Her face was still flushed red, her amber eyes bright, though it was slowly fading. She no longer resembled a tomato.

“We should go tomorrow.”

Weiss nodded. “Earlier the better.”

Jaune got out soon after that, the girls looking away as he climbed out over the rocks and fetched his clothes. Though he had a feeling that Weiss didn’t avert her eyes at all, feeling her salacious gaze roaming over his body. When he returned to their camp, he saw the crabs Blake had caught, as well as the pile of wood they’d gathered for their campfire, and their daily signal fires.

The crabs were a pretty blue purple color and weren’t too large but he could only fit a few of them in the pot, of which they only had one. She had taken the time to bind their legs together with twine, neatly packaged and ready to go. Filling the pot with water, he started a fire and positioned the flat rocks so he could place the pot above the flame. Unfortunately they didn’t have salt but that was fine.

Food was food.

He didn’t add the crabs until the water came to the boil, placing them upside down. All in all, he managed to get four of them in, fully submerged. It wasn’t long until he saw the blue exoskeleton begin to redden, and for them to begin floating to the top. He knew that crabs didn’t require that much cooking and so when they were flushed a vibrant orange, he removed the pot from the fire and scooped the crabs out, setting them on some nearby wood to cool down.

Just in time as Weiss and Blake returned, their hair damp but in good spirits.

When the crabs were cooled, they dug in. There was nothing delicate about it, snapping off legs and breaking through the hard exterior to get at the meat within. Even though they weren’t particularly large, they were very meaty with a very pleasing salty taste. Not overpowering but just right, tasting of the sea that surrounded them. There was also a mild sweet tang buried underneath, and Jaune quickly found himself slurping thick strands of meat from the legs and devouring the body.

She’d caught ten in total, and he wasn’t going to let them go to waste. Bringing the water back to the boil, he placed four more in.

“This is good,” Weiss said, her lips smeared with the remnants of her juicy meal. He watched her lick her fingers clean, something that he never thought he’d ever witness once upon a time. It clashed so much with her prim and proper upbringing, her regal bearing that he couldn’t tear his eyes away. “They were cooked just right. My compliments to the chef.”

Jaune grinned. “Thanks.”

Blake seized the fourth crab and began tearing into it before they could, slurping up the meat messily after snapping the body in half. Weiss giggled and Jaune couldn’t help but join in.

“What?” Blake grumbled.

They ended up finishing them all off, and with a full stomach, Jaune set his towel down and lay in the sand, soaking up the last rays of the day. He could already feel the air cooling down as night approached, so he fetched his shirt and hoody, pulling them on. It didn’t feel as cold as usual, though.

Much to his pleasure, he felt Blake settle down beside him while Weiss cleaned up their mess.

“Jaune?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah?” he replied, eyes on the sky.

“...I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” reaching out, he poked her thigh. “Don’t. It’s fine. Everything is good, right?”

She nodded.

“Then don’t worry about it. Just... in the future, you know you can just come to me, right?” he told her. “I know it was embarrassing but I’d rather that than thinking you were mad at me.”

“...what if I’m actually mad at you, though?”

Jaune smirked. “Well, if that’s the case, then I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

She tried to hide her grin, tilting her head so her raven hair obscured the side of her face but he caught it nonetheless.

“...so, you and Weiss?”

“Yeah...”

“You finally won her over.”

Jaune chuckled. “If I had known that all I needed to do was not flirt with her, I would have started with that.”

It was a little funny, right? It had been so long now since he had seriously considered a relationship with Weiss, it hadn’t even been on his radar any longer. Her position had been clear. She wasn’t attracted to him, she didn’t like him, and that he was annoying. While he was sure that the last one had changed when they became closer friends, he never entertained that maybe the other points had as well.

Blake shuffled into a better position before laying down beside him, facing him on her side.

“It’s because she got to know you better,” Blake said softly. “You’re an amazing guy, Jaune. She just needed time to see that.”

“I’m not that great.”

“Any girl would be lucky to have you,” Blake pressed, and when Jaune met her eyes, he found that they were strangely intense. He was captivated. “Trust me. You’re kind and brave, and you genuinely care about her. Not just her but all of our friends. You are a very warm person. That is something I’ve always noticed about you.”

It was difficult to remain unaffected by such praise, especially when it came from a girl like Blake Belladonna.

“That’s nice of you to say.”

Blake shrugged. “It’s just the truth.”

Yeah. The thought of this amazing girl being mad at him sucked. He was so happy that wasn’t the case.

Jaune noticed Weiss at the last second before she flopped down on top of him, grunting as a rush of air escaped him from the impact. Thankfully Weiss weighed barely nothing, though he’d had almost no warning in which to brace himself. She wiggled around until her head was nestled just under his chin, her diminutive weight settled on his chest and belly. Her bare legs entwined with his own.

“My spot,” she announced.

It seemed that since the cat was out of the bag, Weiss was willing to be openly affectionate. Jaune looped one arm around her waist loosely, holding her warmth against him. Kissing her hair, he missed the envious glint in those bright amber eyes.