Hello there, The Citrus Principle here, taking a moment to post something other than tentacles for once. This little vignette comes out of a chat I've been having with Kiko Gorgon, who is very good at smut and even better at AMVs (Seriously, check them out at her Youtube channel, Kiko Uchiha, which is also her DeviantArt account), and the long and short of it is what we have here. I do hope that you enjoy, and please don't hesitate to let me know what you think.

I would take her to dinner, naturally, and then take her to a play or a concert – classical, of course. Afterward, we'd go for a walk in the moonlight, along a riverbank away from the bustle and hubbub of the city. We would talk about the play or the music, then I'd ask her if she'd sing for me. She'd scoff, and tell me to sing for her first, and I'd give it a shot, probably making a fool of myself, but that wouldn't matter. She'd probably take pity on me and show me how it's done, and I'd take in her beautiful voice.

She'd tell me to straighten my posture, breathe more deeply, and this time, I won't botch the tune quite so horribly. She'll give me modest praise for the improvement, but tell me not to get my hopes up for a career in the opera, then, she'll look down to the reflection of the moon on the water, and decide to let her hair down and step out of her boots to approach the river's edge, inviting me to come along. As she dips her foot into the water, she'll turn back to me, somewhat evasively at first, and tell me to take her jacket off – 'A gentleman should always be willing to take a lady's coat' – and insist that I unbutton the jacket…

I'd sit on the bank, appreciating the sight of her standing knee-deep in the water and listening to her sing again, the moonlight glimmering almost angelically off of her hair and purest white blouse. She would glow – and then, in an unreserved fit of whimsy, she'd throw out her arms and drop into the water without warning, and not knowing that she had done so deliberately, I would be on my feet and in the water in an instant, trying to help her back to her feet by the hand. She'd take my hand, but call me a Dolt, but then notice that I'm politely averting my eyes, as the fine white material of her blouse leaves little to the imagination when soaked through and clinging to her body, casting the light blue of her bra into sharp relief against the creamy white of her skin….She'd blush furiously, and push me over into the water before wrapping her arms over her chest for the sake of her modesty, storming out of the water. At some length, I would slowly follow her out, perhaps guiltily admiring the shapeliness of her rear as she bends down to fish something – a red Dust crystal – out of her jacket pocket, and sets it on the ground. She'd tell me to turn around while she undressed and dried her clothes, warning me not to look, and I'll obey, though it'll probably be one of the biggest temptations in my life…

After a moment's pause – perhaps to mull over whether or not I deserve the favor – Weiss will order me to give her my clothes to dry too. Hesitantly, I'll give her my shirt, but no more. With a slight frown she'll ask me if I don't trust her, I'll reassure her that that isn't it, and then, with a little smirk, she'll wrap her arms around me from behind pressing her damps skin and the cups of her bra to my back, and ask me if I'm embarrassed. When I answer that 'yes, I am' she'll sigh and order me to turn around. I'll hesitate, but eventually I'll obey, and when I do, she'll tell me to look, and I will.

Her hair will glisten in the moonlight, and each drop and rivulet of water trickling down her fair skin glimmers like a diamond. Her matching light blue bra and panties are for the preservation of modesty, not seduction, and yet somehow are all the more alluring for it; in particular, I notice that, while the bra does not particularly accentuate her pert, if modest breasts, it clasps in the front. She'll chide my lack of sense, saying that I'll catch cold or the like, even though it's a warm night, and she herself will be blushing furiously. Reluctantly I'll give up my trousers after she turns away again, as our clothes dry, we'll sit down back to back on the riverbank, swapping banal bits of small talk until finally, out of nowhere, she'll ask me if I thought she was beautiful. I'll swallow and answer 'yes' and she'll turn around to face me, though I'll still be looking away, "Really?" She'll ask, not entirely sure that she believes me, "Look again…" she'll ask, "I want to know for sure…"

Slowly, I turn again. I'm hard, but I give it my best to keep my legs together to hide it as I see her. Her hair hangs down mostly to one side, though some of it clings to her neck in its dampened state, and her eyes are earnest. I can't help wondering if the flattering view of her chest is reward for something, or some kind of test, but if it was a test, I happily failed.

"I know I'm not that… well-endowed…" She'll say at length, and then, brushing her hand through her bangs, briefly emphasizing her scar she'll add, "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

Without a word, or even a thought really, I'll reach out to cup her cheek and lean in to kiss her scar, "of course,"

Her breath will catch, then, in a shaky voice, she'll respond, "Can you prove it?"

She'll smile coyly and then we'll lean into each other for a long, slow kiss. She'll surprise me by slipping her tongue into my mouth, but after a moment, I'll relax and return the gesture, reaching up to cup her cheek. She'll drape her arms around my neck and break off the kiss for just an instant, leaving us both breathless.

"Go ahead…" She'll breathe into my ear, "Daddy doesn't have to know…"

Hesitantly at first, I'll reach up with my other hand and brush the smooth, perfect skin of her stomach with the tips of my fingers, and her lips will return to mine. Emboldened, I'll move my hands up her body to her small, firm breasts, slipping my fingers under the damp blue cups of her bra. She lets out the cutest little squeak as my fingers brush her stiffened nipples, and gently caressing her right breast, I'll unclasp her bra, letting it fall away. Slowly, carefully, I lay her down onto the grass. I'll break off the kiss next time, placing a series of kisses down her cheek, her chin, her neck, sternum, leaving marks as I go, leaving her to gently moan and gasp when my lips close around her left peak.

"More…" She'll gasp, and I'll oblige. My fingers will trace down her stomach now, moving under the waistband of her panties. Her legs will reflexively squeeze together, but I have a knee between hers, and she relaxes again quickly enough, so it hardly matters as I place my palm over her clit and fingers at her entrance. Weiss whimpers in pleasure as my ministrations slowly intensify and I insert a finger, before once again returning my lips to hers, for a perhaps paradoxically chaste kiss. She lifts a knee as her body responds involuntarily to the pleasure, but then she freezes as her kneecap brushes my erect length through my boxers…

A serene smile forming on her face now, Weiss runs her fingers down my sides and thighs, pulling my boxers down, then stroking my length, making me shiver.

"Come on…" She coos, "Take me…" She holds her legs together as I relieve her of her last article, laying her bare, and she smiles, wrapping her arms about the back of my neck again, "I'm almost there… will you share it with me…?"

My mouth goes dry, and I nod, placing myself between her spread legs. There in the grass, by the river and under the moonlight, I slowly, gently enter her, a little at a time, shuddering at the feeling of her tightness; I want her so much, but then she winces, and I stop, "Are you okay?"

She nods, cringing slightly, but smiling nonetheless, "Do it…"

Nodding, I press on, and with a whimper, Weiss Schnee gives up her virginity, holding me close. I start slow at first, pushing as far in as I can into her, her walls clenching around me as she moans gently. I groan in pleasure as I slowly begin to thrust faster, her own moaning growing louder and louder all the while, and I feel myself getting close. She wraps her silken smooth legs about my waste holding me in.

"Weiss, I'm-,"

"Me too…" She gasped, "Don't stop…"

"But-,"

"In…"

Nodding, I hold her close, feeling her body undulating against mine as I begin thrusting faster and faster, her breasts pressed to me, and I hold her stomach flat to mine until finally, with a shuddering groan of my own to match hers, we climax together. Gasping, we collapse onto the cool grass on our sides, not bothering to separate, satisfied and looking to just take in the gentle moonlight as we lay in each other's arms…

Weiss Schnee closed what she now realized was definitely the wrong book… Her eyebrow twitched in rage, and she slammed the thing down on the table…. "I'm… going to… KILL HIM!"

"N-now hold on Princess! It wasn't that bad-,"

"Yeah…" A severely red-faced Ruby stammered in nervous agreement with her elder sister, "It was actually kinda… sweet…"

"I can totally see Jaune being like that too..." Yang contemplated aloud as Blake relieved the furiously shaking Heiress's hands.

"LIKE HELL I'D EVER-,"

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much~"

"Um… Yang…" Blake commented, eyebrow raised, "There's one about Pyrrha in here too… and you-,"

"Pfft, At least he's got good-,"

"And Ruby..."

Yang's smug remark died on her lips, and she removed her hand from Weiss's shoulder, very slowly.

"Yang…?" Ruby asked worriedly.

Yang however, turned back to Weiss, and the two shared a nod, "Kill him?"

"Slowly and painfully,"

"I want to castrate him first,"

"All yours…"