Still walking, James argued "you know nothing of love, you don't know her history, how could you think-"

Coming up fast to him, Jaune cut him off, "actually, I know a bit, and you know what else-?" The knight's right fist met Ironwoods strong jaw with a flurry of black jacket tailing him. The older man stumbled back a couple steps, wiped his jaw, took one look at the boy and returned with a robotic right hand punch of his own. Unlike the older man, Jaune did go flying. A commotion started within the guests.

Sliding up against the steps of the altar, Glynda looked down at Jaune with disappointment. "You got a first strike in and didn't make it count, terrible use of tactical advantage on your part."

"Yeah, well, I got to see up your dress, so..."

"You want me to call in your weapon locker?"

"That would be nice, yes."

He stood back up, shaking his head to limber up just a bit. Ironwood took a fighting stance and beckoned Jaune to try him again. As Jaune saw it, he only had the one option. Charging at the white clad elder, Jaune held his dominant hand behind him like a huge windup punch, Ironwood seeing nothing but an easy pre-emptive counter kick. As the knight fell in range, the general swung his right leg with massive power, going right over the boy's head as he slide tackled underneath and used his right hand to pull on Ironwoods only standing leg, toppling him over. Finding less fortune from there, he tried throwing the man by pulling on his leg and swinging him around, but only managed a tug as Ironwoods apparent weight was much greater than anticipated. That weight plowed feet first into Jaune's chest and sent him flying again down the aisle and past the last row of guests.

"Son of a bitch!" he coughed, standing once more. It became clear a different approach was going to be necessary to win. He took a defensive stance, waiting for the juggernaut of a man to finish his slow walk to him. To his surprise though, Cardin wanted to fight too, and started throwing punches at Jaune. "What are you doing man?!" he shouted as he caught the blows and pulled him into a headlock.

"I just wanted one last fight man! This is our last chance really! For old time's sake" the taller boy said with good intentions.

Jaune pushed him away wearily, and a second later a red blur tackled Cardin well out of the groom's way. Wrapped around him in a similar chokehold to Jaune's, a tall, lanky fourth year Ruby informed her classmate "that's all fine Cardin, but you're obviously not getting the romantic buildup here! Jaune's gotta fight his apparent love rival so that he and Glynda can live... without doubts or something, I don't know, something cool! I'll fight you if you want."

"Sounds good!" he wheezed breathlessly to her, shaking wildly, prying with his arms, then throwing her into the back row of guests. From there, an all out brawl started between the fresh graduates, but everyone kept distance from the groom and the general.

Ozpin approached his most trusted professor nonchalantly, patting her on the shoulder in a half comforting manner. "Sorry about him, didn't realize he would take it so hard" he said, referring to Ironwood.

"Isn't it taboo to start a fight at a wedding?" she asked tiredly, watching her students clamor all over each other.

"Ah Glynda, it's not a true fight. They're simply getting their last bit of sparring out of their system."

Jaune spotted his rocket locker landing by one of the food tables, and made a sprint for it. Ironwood wasn't fast enough to catch him before he armed himself, but compensated plenty. Pulling his double barreled gun, Jaune lifted his shield, but the general shot his shin instead, spinning him on his axis, feet in the air and face flying to the ground. Before his face went too far however, Ironwood lifted his knee and caught Jaune's head with it, sending him flying back the other way and against the rocket locker. Jaune collected himself quickly, throwing his pummeled face to his right as Ironwoods metal hand pierced the locker door, and backhanded the general with his shield, the pommel of his sword a second behind in the same direction as he pivoted his waist, both blows connecting.

"Well, they're fighting for sure, but that's because Ironwood can be a bit slow sometimes" Ozpin corrected himself.

Now to the left of James, the general lifted his hand cannon, Jaune reacting with haste to redirect the barrel off his body by wrapping his shield arm around it till it was tucked underneath his armpit, and took to kneeing James' ribs. The dangerous hand retracted from the locker and rocketed towards the knight, meeting a slightly raised shield instead but still removing the boy's hold on his gun. Jumping back, Jaune ran some of the food tables between him and Ironwood, the latter simply scooting the obstacles away effortlessly. When only one table remained, Jaune flipped it in the direction of the man, who punched it in half but got caught up in the cloth. Not a second later, Jaune pressed his blade against the ground to create friction, build up power, then like a one handed golf swing, launched Ironwood into the air with a double crescent wave of yellow aura, a technique he learned from Blake. Too heavy to go higher than seven feet in the air, it was still enough for Jaune to do a weaker aura wave attack in a upwards backhand fashion.

"You taught him well" commented Ozpin, impressed.

"You said so yourself Headmaster, this graduating year took to combat very well."

Tumbling away, Ironwood stood up and threw off the table cloth, training his gun back on his opponent. Emptying his chambers, the knight took a very dignified, curled up position that put all of his mass behind his white, scorch marked shield. A ten foot channel was left in the dirt where his feet pushed back against from the force. "Rage much?!" shouted Jaune, rising to a sprint, letting Ironwoods steel hand slide against his angled shield and bringing his sword down on the elbow of the outstretched arm. Jaune managed to get James' elbow to yield a bit, but the general roared as his right hand grabbed the stuck sword by the blade. In Jaune's experience, when someone grabs your weapon, they want to take it from you, and use it against you, so he had learned to master an iron grip to avoid such fighting styles. Less often, someone like Ironwood caught him off guard by grabbing his weapon, then proceeded to dead lift, spin and toss Jaune wholesale by his sword, some twenty feet away. Fortunately for Jaune, his air game had improved, and instead of landing awkwardly and painfully, he remained facing Ironwood and landed on his feet, sliding backwards with a low balanced stance and guard. "You are one beast of a man, Ironwood, I'll give you that!"

"Beast? Try machine you punk!" His grip on his pistol reversed, now only as good as a club or parrying implement as Ironwood could make it.

"If I had to describe it, I would call them the wind and the mountain..." Ozpin further commented, fascinated.

Glynda gave pause. "Usually, Jaune is the implacable one. But not this time. I'm proud of him." They ignored every other fight, as his was the only one that mattered.

"Seriously dude! I'm trying to have a wedding here! What you're doing is what my dad would describe as a dick move!" His sword came down on Ironwoods left side, the grip of his pistol catching the blade and parrying it down to hip level. James' arm out of the way, Jaune shoved with his right shoulder and staggered Ironwood, freeing him to pull another twisting shield bash and side swipe combo on the man's face.

"You're dad is no doubt my age! And by extension, Glynda's age!" He used his pistol grip to hold back Jaune's elbow from making a return trip, trapping the boy in an awkward cross footing with his back exposed. Ironwoods right elbow reached over the locked sword and shield and hammered Jaune's young cheek. Hitting the ground hard, the knight rolled onto his back, vision blurry.

"Yeah! And guess what! She's now getting married and you're still alone you son of a bitch!" Jaune threw a wild kick upwards and caught James' crotch. To no one's surprise, it hardly fazed the juggernaut. Lifted by his collar up high, Jaune struggled to break free, Ironwood trying to get the point across that resistance was futile. At least, that's what he thought. Jaune head butted James once, garnering little reaction, did it second time, then a third, and on the fourth try, Ironwood flinched. Taking a chance, he jabbed a finger in each eye, the general letting go of him. Dropping his sword and shield, Jaune dashed behind the towering man whom still rubbed at his eyes, and wrapped his right arm underneath Ironwoods robotic arm while grabbing at his wrist with his left. Yanking James' destructive implement behind his head, Jaune started his serious chokehold on him, locking the right arm of James' in the process. So while the older man struggled to throw Jaune off, pull out his arm, or whack him from behind, all that happened was that he used up his air faster.

"Lot of chokeholds today" Ozpin commentated, sipping at a cup of cocoa that Glynda hadn't noticed before.

"Best option when your opponent can outperform you in both damage and durability."

"Sleep, sleep, sleeeeep..." Jaune repeated, feeling the resistance weaken and eventually, altogether, stop. James Ironwood the Atlas general fell to his knees, then collapsed forward unconscious, defeated by underestimating his opponent. Jaune slid off his back and promptly fell down onto his own back, tired and panting, nibbles of pain arriving as adrenaline left him. The all surrounding brawl died down as people congratulated and surrounded the fallen knight.

"No going to sleep yet Jaune, we're not done yet" Glynda promised, kneeling down beside his limp body, alter-man beside her along with everyone else.

"Say the words" Jaune mumbled.

Clearing his throat, "since all who reject this marriage have remained silent- by force-" he faintly nodded in no particular direction, "let this couple today join together, till death do they part, you may kiss the- and he's asleep."

"No worries" Glynda laughed, everyone else too. She knelt down and lifted her veil to meet his lips with hers, legitimizing their marriage together. Digging her arms underneath his body, she lifted him up and carried him bridal style. "Well that settles that, everyone else, enjoy the food!"

Festivities commenced amid the broken chairs and tables, some of the food that was untouched soon after was devoured near instantly. Glynda walked off with Jaune, close enough to what they were supposed to do, Ruby trailing behind with his sword and shield, Crocea Mors.

"Ms. Rose, you can just lay his stuff on his belly" the witch told her, the brisk walk unfettered by his weight.

Ruby's whole frame lowered with her sigh, sadness taking reign upon her face. "Yes, professor, but... this could be the last time I see you and Jaune. It wouldn't hurt to let me see you guys off, would it?"

"Silly girl" she confided sweetly, "you can visit me any time. As for him, I have the feeling that your two teams will all be seeing each other more often than you think." The front doors to Beacon were left open for them, making it a fair bit easier to enter.

Her small hand scratched behind her ear. "You mean...?"

"Missions, yes. One way or another, Huntsmen and Huntresses who form bonds with others of their kinds find that should they desire to reunite with them, fate inexplicably crosses their paths together. Or you could say, it's a small world Ruby, and you will run into each other."

"I guess it makes- no, it does make sense, I was just worrying really. Hearing that..." Ruby slapped her own cheeks, "I'm babbling, here," she put the sheathed sword on Jaune's belly like Glynda instructed, "you two go consummate your marriage, whatever that means." She shrugged. "See ya you two!" Her red cloak whipped around her as she flew away, leaving the bride giggling by herself and decorated with red rose petals.

"As odd as that girl can be, she is just precious." The witch continued walking, the sound of her heels clipping on the floor echoing like the seconds hand of a clock. Shadows of sunlight disappeared as shadows of moonlight took over, but Glynda found the darkness gave her a safe place to relax from the stress of appearances. With no one around, she whispered to herself. "We did it Jaune. We're married. Today is the first day of the rest of our lives... it's nice, knowing that in a way, we've won..." A look down her husband's face. She could barely make out the contours of his face. "I need to remember to tell our children how you were knocked out for a good portion of your wedding day... honestly..." She came to some stairs, but found she had more than enough strength to deftly run them both up the floors. "Ironwood didn't see that coming I imagine. I will not lie, I will brag about how you beat the headmaster for Atlas's top combat academy for years to come... heh heh..." A long hallway. "Did I leave my riding crop in my room? Or maybe my locker? Shoot."

"It's been a busy week, don't beat yourself up honey" Jaune mumbled slowly.

"Hmm, you must be loopy. You never use words like 'honey'."

One eye opened before the other, then both flicked over to see Glynda's own windows to the soul gazing back at him. "You're right. It won't happen again."

"Oh, it okay sugar." She made sure to make it sound as motherly as possible.

A pause. "Now let's not play this game... butter."

"Butter?" she questioned.

"Yeah, honey, sugar, butter, all sweeteners- ah, wait, I should've said sweetie, that would've worked better."

She shook her head, insisting "no no wait there, butter works better because sweetie is a umbrella word if you think about it. So, sugar, honey, butter, uh..."

"Better- I mean, butter... ugh, I can't think..."

"You've had a busy week" she echoed, "don't beat yourself up."

"Creamy."

"What?"

"Like, whipped cream, or, dipping cream you know? Actually, that's too close to butter."

"Oh."

"Oh. Oh hey! Your mind went somewhere else, didn't it?" he smiled, pointing a accusatory finger at her.

She gave him a savvy look. "What do you think?"

"I think I'm going to have to service my lady" Jaune said rapidly, still embarrassed to say such things.

Glynda might've blushed, but instead had to laugh. "Well, we've got Ruby's go ahead to consummate our marriage, so..."

"What?" he almost shouted, not believing his ears.

"She doesn't know what it means."

"Oh, consummate, I get it. We should get her one of those word a day calendars, I think she would take to it pretty well."

Glynda finally reached the base of the stairwell to her, and now Jaune's, room. "First things first, we should get some ointment on you."

"Okay, so" he started, tone changing from fun to angrily excited, "I'm tough, I can take a beating, I'm strong, okay, right? He didn't even get that many hits on me but holy fuck! Ironwood hits like a fucking train! I'd fight Yang ten times before I'd fight him again."

"Don't let her hear you saying that, she might just take you up on that." The familiar door to her familiar home and familiar darkness opened with a sigh of relief.

She left the lights off, turning on only the lamp in her bedroom where she laid Jaune gently down on the bed. Telling him to strip, Glynda traveled to her medicine cabinet in her kitchen to grab various items. Throwing her heels off on the way back, she sat off the side of the bed and leaned in to examine Jaune's mostly naked body. A bruise on his shin, redness in his cheek and neck, and a gash hidden underneath his bangs.

"Hmm" she postured. "Here, it's going to be cold." Anti-swelling salve squirted from a small bottle onto his neck by her hand.

"Ah!" he shook, still startled by its sudden coolness.

"Told you" she smiled. "Wait, before it heals..." Remembering his quick healing factor, the witch grabbed the dropper glass of iodine, and squeezed half a dropper full onto his forehead cut, a small brown trickle running into his hairline.

"That tickles."

"There, now that that's done..." More salve found itself on his body, and her hands began working the solution into his skin from neck to belly, seeing as his whole body probably suffered a little. "This is mostly just to make you feel better" she explained, "I know within a few minutes you'll be fine, but no need to make you suffer."

"Thank you" his voice trickled, eyes hazy with sleep.

Noticing this, Glynda swung her legs around the bed so that she could straddle him, reaching down with both hands to massage his chest. Trying her best to sound sultry, she teased "now now old man, you can't just go to sleep on me."

Jaune snuggled his head into the pillows, rebelliously shutting his eyelids as he said like a kid "no!"

"Oh? You wanna play? I'll play..."

And play she did. Palms rubbed the entirety of the knight's muscle toned chest, fingers tracing around the edges and dark lines, attention migrating south every few moments only to tease it's way back up. She was going to make Jaune crazy, and she knew how. Leaning forward, she nibbled at his collar bone, one hand supporting herself against his pecks while the other grabbed handfuls of hair behind his head, fingernails lightly itching spots that felt like they needed to be oh so desperately itched. Her mouth moved down to plant numerous kisses on his slicked chest while her supporting hand re-ran it's teasing motions down to the elastic band of his underwear, peeking a finger or two underneath to feel the soft skin above his member, then trailing back up to tickle his chin.

Having her fun and feeling his own excitement grow, she slid back, her heavy breast, still covered in soft fabrics, dragging along as she went so that Jaune could feel them shape to his body. Throwing her veil head piece off and away, she removed her stockings too from underneath her layered dress skirt. Leaning forward again, kisses were planted down his abs, and she grabbed the back of his hands. Directing him, she carried them up and under her dress, letting his coarse fingers grate against the stiff part of her thighs until they hit the inner portions. She pressed his palms against the soft cushions of her inner thighs, pleased by the look of regretful longing on his face, the struggle to resist jumping up and taking her for his own pleasure obvious in his manually timed breathing.

"I want you to tell me what you. Are. Going. To. Do" she asserted cutely.

A shudder. "Nope."

"Fine." She continued, not disappointed.

Pulling his hands around, she brought his fingers to the hemline of her own undergarments, tucking his into her's and tugging, then pulling them out and pushing them up to feel her belly. Then bringing them down to dive deeper, down warmer, then pushing them higher, bunching her dress in the process, until his fingers slid underneath the bottom of her bra. Each time she went, she let him in a little farther, until finally, she held his one hand atop her dominant hand, and danced in her secret place. Once his hand remained there on it's own, she used her free hand to peel back his underwear and grip his fifth limb. The knight's body went as stiff as his erection, and Glynda could feel his pulse pound through one of his certain veins.

She pleasured the both of them, focusing more on herself however, though that was the plan. There were no moans or groans on her part, just stubborn 'hngs' as she played just as 'hard to get' as Jaune was. It was all in the tease, so she kept her vocals to a minimum. Once her one hand was wetted sufficiently, she switched their roles, the warm fluid wetting Jaune along with his appetite.

Feeling cruel, she scooted forward, her soaked undergarments rubbing Jaune's member while her hand ran faster against it. She took the hand for him and brought it down her cleavage and cupped his hand around her breasts while she pleasured herself wildly. Chest heaving, she climaxed soon after, face flushed. Falling onto him so her mouth landed beside his ear, she spoke again.

"I want you to finish inside." A devilish grin blew up across her face when she saw his eyes flare open and stare at her. "So tell me, what are you going to do? Say it" she dared, blissful in her toying.

Jaune flipped her over, leaned into her, put his forehead, now healed, to hers and growled "I want to ruin you."

She gasped sharply, attacking his lips with her own, tongues wrapping around each other, one hand cupping his head while the other slid her bra and dress top down to let her assets fall out and bounce. He, however, took to ripping off her lacy panties, mind red with lust. The moment he had a chance, he moved the skirt out of the way and pushed himself into her, a surge of warmth and pressure enveloping them both, Glynda giving a shout of intense, sensitive joy. Pinning her legs together to further the pressure they both felt, he held them at the knees against the bed, turning Glynda on her side while he motioned backwards and forwards all the while gnawing on her earlobe. This time, she moaned and groaned very loudly, louder than Jaune's fast breathing, knuckles white as she grabbed at the rumpled betsheet covers. Breasts wobbling, hair sprawling, skin slapping against each other, she amazed herself when a short, unabashed scream left her throat. Giving no warning, Jaune let himself out into her, a new warmth filling her as their tempo slowed down but did not stop.

"That's right, the last time we did it was over two weeks ago" she panted raggedly.

"Yeah" he agreed, breaths equally heavy.

"You've been saving up."

"We're not done yet."

Lifting her up off the bed with a child like chirp from her, he planted her back against the clear space of wall beside the archway into the living room, supporting the rest of her weight by clenching her full butt cheeks. Suckling at her mounds of pale flesh that rested on a crumpled bra, he gave himself a moment to return to top vigor. Glynda took in the moment and simply wrapped her arms around his shoulders, letting herself be devoured by her lover because of the efforts she put in to make it happen, and to make this night special. Eventually, Jaune revamped his efforts, letting her down onto his flesh, her legs wrapping around him too, and tightly. Forgetting anything resembling 'gentleness', he slammed against her, the wall crying sounds of lacking integrity as both warriors tested its strength against their fury. She bounced up and down, only slowing him down every now and then to kiss him, to swallow his mouth, before letting him take over again. Soon, she contorted in ecstasy once again, almost choking out Jaune with her breast as she squeezed into him, toes curling and fingers curling and all.

Tiring out, Jaune fell back and laid upon the bed, hands releasing and holding her hips while she let herself recover enough to slowly rock on him. Both tired, she let herself lay against him, hips still rocking, and relaxed as his hands traveled the small of her back, gripped her shoulder blades, and lifted away her hair to massage her roots. Propping herself up, Glynda and Jaune stared dreamily into the other's eyes, content and happy. They had found something they had never expected to find, at a place they didn't expect to find it, with a person they didn't expect to share it with. A young man, a devoted professor, and late night training sessions, all came together to grant a new life to two renewed souls. And as Jaune finished a second time, they shared a lazy smile together, collapsing into a half cuddle atop messy covers while both parties let steady breaths return over time to them. Tonight, and every night from now on, they knew exactly who they would wake up to, and there was nothing no one else could say about it.

End Taboo Sparing.

Person A: Oh, now they update!

Person B: Yeah, what the hell? Too little to late. Screw Whynoteh!

Me: Yeah! Fuck them! They should be quartered and horse whipped I say!

So yeah, sorry for being so delayed in finishing this up, though I said this would be a one shot. It is now officially done, and that nagging feeling I live with everyday has been tampered just a bit. I hope I gave you guys a satisfying finish, if not, it wouldn't be the first time I let someone down, so I can live with that, except not really, because that's bad. Was it bad, was it good, feel free to review or not, I dunno.

**Though, heads up, I am getting back into my writing, so those of you who read my other story, I'd really like to know actually, how was the quality of the fight in my current writing style? If I'm getting back into it, I need to know where I stand on my ability to convey combat; was it too much wording for too little, not easy to follow, not enough, too much, not enough movement, too clean? Tell me, and I'll see what I can do, and plan accordingly.**

Thank you very much for reading Taboo Sparring, and I hope you guys have a wonderful day.