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Innocence

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Her fingers, slender and delicate, beat out a slow rhythm against the old, stained oak table that sat in the corner of the little cafe. Before her, steam rising up barely visible against the dim lamplight that illuminated her dark little corner, a cup of coffee sat, freshly brewed not five minutes prior. Soft pink lips turn downwards slightly, even as the fingers of her other hand grasp the handle of the coffee cup gently and bring it upward. She sips upon it, just enough not to burn her tongue on the fresh black elixir. One eye, silver, and one eye, pink, stare out dispassionately onto the rest of the tiny little cafe, not observing, but simply staring. She blinks, and the colors shift.

She places the cup of coffee down before her and sighs.

Being alone was something she'd gotten used to. At first, it wasn't from choice. She was, as many were, abandoned. Left to rot out on the diseased and grime ridden streets of Vale. She learned her lessons quickly, knowing that the only other option was a slow and drawn out death, or even worse, life. Even after meeting the man she'd call her partner, and in some small way, her friend, she still found herself often alone. Today was by choice. She could have joined her cigar-smoking friend on one of his newest jobs, but she just couldn't find the motivation to do it. Luckily, their new...well, for lack of a better term, boss seemed fine with her simply taking the day off to sit and…

What was she doing?

Delicate, soft pink lips turn further downwards, and her brows furrow. Sitting alone in a little coffee shop, contemplating life. More specifically, her love life, or lack thereof anyway. She respected Roman, she really did. In a way, she liked him. He was undeniably charismatic, and charming when he wasn't trying to threaten someone. He was a pleasure to work with, and never attempted to cheat Neo out of her cut of anything. Well, at least not after she'd proven just how dangerous she could really be. However, Roman was not a potential romantic interest. Not to her anyway.

No. There was but one thing that the young woman desired in a lover. She wanted something different from the crime and the wickedness that she lived amidst in her day to day dealings. She didn't want some egomaniacal jerk who thought himself Oum's gift to women. She didn't want to deal with someone like that silver haired jackass who hung around Cinder and Emerald. Mike, was his name? She shook her head, perfectly coiffed hair bobbing with the movements. It didn't matter. There was but one thing she wanted in a man.

Innocence.

Not complete innocence. She wasn't looking for someone who thought that storks brought babies. She wanted someone who at least knew the basics of what to do when presented with a woman's figure. No, she wanted someone who was emotionally innocent. Someone who believed in things like soulmates. Someone who believed that the way to a woman's heart was to court her. Someone who found the concept of a one night stand deplorable.

Not just that, but she wanted social innocence. She wanted someone she could come home to after a long day of dealing with drug pushers, and pimps, and pedophiles, and rapists, and murderers, and everything that made Vale the disgusting cesspool she knew it was, and cuddle up to someone who would never be involved in that life. A little slice of heaven amidst hell. Someone who wasn't afraid to say the words she'd never, ever been told.

I love you, Neo.

Her lovely face takes on an almost thoughtful expression. Now that she was fantasizing about her perfect mate, she also wanted someone who wasn't prideful. More to the fact, someone who'd let her...well, dominate them. Neo wanted to be in control in the relationship. She wanted to be someone's goddess. She could just imagine someone tied to her bed, blindfolded and naked, letting her glide the tip of her parasol blade along their chest, but letting her, trusting her that she'd not harm them.

And she wouldn't either.

Contrary to popular belief, while she was a bit of a sadist, she wasn't a serial killer. She was a professional. An assassin. Someone who didn't kill because she got off to it, or got some sort of thrill from it, but simply because it was her duty.

Her index finger gently drew circles against the table she sat at, her head tilted and held against the palm of her other hand, coffee now forgotten. Roman and Mike (or whatever his name was) and everyone else in her circle of people she knew were far too prideful to let a petite girl like her have control over them, no matter how much ass she could actually kick. Nor did she have any interest in any female form but her own. Still, the life of an assassin and thief was not one that lent itself to finding many dating opportunities.

That was it. Someone innocent. Someone who wasn't too prideful. She wouldn't be selfish either. She'd make sure they'd be happy. She knew a relationship was give and take, and while her own background was far from happy, she wasn't going to let the rest of her life follow suit.

Innocence.

Her thoughtful expression takes on a more mischievous smile, an impish grin signifying less than wholesome thoughts within.

Of course, when she managed to get said lover to perform some of her more...erotic acts, the thought of being the one to corrupt that innocence would be an aphrodisiac more potent than any drug on the streets. The mere thought alone of someone who loved her, who adored her, willing to debase themselves for her pleasure had her thighs slowly rubbing against each other and her lips turning upward further. Oh yes. Her lover would experience both overwhelming love and lust in equal amounts, she'd make sure of it.

Her good mood and subsequent arousal died quickly however, upon the realization that said individual would be impossible to find, especially in Vale. Her expression fell and she once again balanced her head upon the palm of her hand as she sighed deeply.

A bell chimes.

A voice breaks the tranquility and peace of the almost completely silent coffee shop.

"...And I saw her smiling at him, Ren. It's over. She's happy and I…"

Neo boredly looks over to the front door to see two figures. One, a tall, gangly blond wearing a baggy black hoodie and a pair of faded jeans; the other, a thin, lithe young man with ebony hair, a violently out of place magenta stripe upon it wearing exotic green robes. Judging from the looks of the two, they were Hunters, or more likely Huntsmen-in-training. She rolled her eyes and began to tune them out to go back to her thoughts.

"Jaune...sometimes people just aren't meant to be. It doesn't mean you won't find another."

The sound of a chair grinding against the floor caused Neo to flinch and very briefly consider 'teaching' the two a lesson in not interrupting her peaceful coffee breaks. She looked up with an irritated expression, a hand gently caressing the handle of her parasol. Something however caught her eye. The blond boy looked positively miserable. Like someone had just murdered his parents or something. The boy with the stripe in his hair seemed to be trying to comfort his friend, his tone quiet and even.

"I know it was stupid of me, but a part of me...a part of me wished that I could have convinced her I was the one for her. I'd dreamed about it, you know? Taking her to the opera, visiting an art gallery…" The blond boy ran a hand through his hair and gave a deep sigh.

"I thought you didn't like any of those things?"

"I don't," the blond replied sheepishly, "but love sometimes requires a sacrifice."

Neo blinked. That...that actually sounded romantic to her. He didn't even sound like he was trying to impress anyone, as if he believed the words he said! Suddenly she felt her anger melting away, being replaced with curiosity.

The barista walked up to the two of them, notepad in hand. "Hi there, what can I get you gentlemen?"

The ebony haired young man answered. "Green tea for me, and…" he trailed off, waiting his friend's response.

"Hot cocoa for me, please.." The barista took down the blond's order and with a polite smile wandered away to fulfil their requests. The depressed young man turned back to his friend, shaking his head. "Still, I shouldn't be surprised. A guy like me, and a girl like her? There was just no way, was there?"

Neo stared some more, taking a sip of her now cold coffee, the normally disgusting taste not registering as she curiously regarded the two. At first glance, the blond was nothing special. Awkward, ungainly and even a little pathetic looking. But those eyes...those eyes of his...Neo found herself unable to look away, even for a moment. They were enchanting. They weren't the eyes of a criminal, no. The expression in them was so pure, so…

Innocent.

His friend sat down and raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't say that.."

"What was the problem? Was I too creepy? Did I come across as though I was just trying to sleep with her? I swear I wasn't! I just wanted to hold her, to...to…" The blond boy dropped his head into his arms, unable to finish his sentence. The boy in black placed a hand upon his friend's shoulder and gently patted him, trying to console him.

And Neo?

She could only sit and watch. The boy, Jaune, was so heartbroken. This. This was the purity she'd been looking for. Roman would have mocked him, called him a fool for believing in such notions as romance, but Neo found herself captivated. He really believed in it. There was no one around to impress, no one around he was trying to convince. He was just pouring his heart out to a friend, unaware of anyone around him.

Suddenly her little fantasy of having someone bound to her bed came back in vivid detail. Normally the figure of her supposed lover was always so vague and obscure, but now it was sapphire eyes gazing up at her, filled with adoration and need. It was blond hair that she affectionately toussled. It was a lanky figure that she gently ran her hands across and sharply smacked with a riding crop. She, the beautiful goddess straddling him, staring down at him with a smile that promised that everything would be alright if he gave into her.

"Neo…" The dream-Jaune replied, "My love...my goddess…"

All at once Neo felt her arousal grow, an undeniable heat pooling in the pit of her stomach. She licked her lips as her focus fell squarely upon Jaune. A thought came to mind. The table at which she sat was located in the corner of the room, behind a divider that came up only halfway to the ceiling, so one could easily look over it. Even if the young boy were to look over at her, all he'd see would be Neo's lascivious smile as she stared hungrily at him. Below the table however?

A single dainty hand dipped below the table, beneath the rough fabric of her black jeans and underneath the frilly lace of her pink panties. A single finger quested deeper and she could feel the heat from her sex from proximity alone. She licked her lips again, eager. The entire situation had become so erotic now that she thought about it. That cute, innocent boy had no idea that a woman like her, an assassin, was touching herself mere feet from him.

She wanted him.

The single finger oh-so-gently brushed across her folds and Neo took in a sharp breath between her teeth as she continued watching Jaune bemoan his love life. Oh, if she had a chance, she'd help him forget all about...whoever it was. It didn't matter. She'd love the memory of her right out of him until all he had left was his beautiful petite goddess. Her finger gently traced her labia, causing her to shiver with delight.

Her gaze fell to his lips, and she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. To just walk over, in the middle of his conversation, and press her own against his. To drag her tongue across his until couldn't breathe. By this point, the words he spoke meant nothing, and all the young woman could do was just watch his every moment, his every twitch. She slowly slid one finger inside of herself, and her eyes fluttered in ecstasy.

Did he prefer to be tied up with rougher rope, or did he prefer a more sensually soft material like silk? Handcuffs perhaps? Did he like to be spanked? What was his pain tolerance? Neo's mind was rolling through possibilities as she continued to rub herself, her finger gliding across her womanhood. Another finger joined the first one, and the two slid inside of her, Neo glad for once she was mute. There was no way she wouldn't have been moaning in pleasure otherwise.

Even as her fingers moved with reckless abandon, her lace panties becoming soaked in her own fluids, all she could think about was how much she wanted him. She wanted to know more about him. It was crazy, she'd never felt like this about anyone else, and yet...she couldn't stop. Her fingers wouldn't stop. Her breaths came out in shallow pants and she felt herself starting to drool. Everything else in the cafe was so blurry, so distant, so unimportant compared to her new blond angel.

Her other hand reached down and yanked her pants further down. If he could see over the divider between them and underneath the table, he'd get a full view of her slit fully spread, glistening with her arousal. The same hand then reached up her shirt, moving aside the pink lace bra to grasp her breast, perfectly manicured nails pinching and pulling at her erect nipples. The barista was smart enough to know not to go anywhere near her, even if she did realize what Neo was doing.

Minutes passed. The blond boy and his friend continued chatting, their conversation drifting toward other things as they drank their drinks. Both were unaware of the hungry, lustful stare thrown their way, or more specifically, at the blond. The blond's face had slowly began to evolve from its heartbroken, dejected state, to a more happy one as his friend cracked a joke or two. His smile grew as time passed and the conversation continued, never realizing he had shown a new face to the multi-colored assassin girl furiously masturbating only a few tables over. To Neo, that smile was so beautiful, so warming, so…

Innocent.

She was so close. So very, very close. She could feel herself contracting against her fingers, her fluids spilling out onto the wooden chair upon which she sat, dripping to the floor below. She spread herself, letting delicate fingers circle her clit before plunging them back into herself. That was it. She was going to finish, kidnap him and drag him back to her penthouse and love him until he said those all important words.

I love you, Neo.

With that imaginary confession, Neo came. Her body shook, her nectar spilling out onto her hand as she began panting. Thighs clamped down, her fingers pushed as deep inside of her as they could with the walls of her sex tightening around them. If she were capable of speech, she'd have let the entire city block know she'd orgasmed with her theoretical scream of ecstasy. She sat there, panting, drooling, breathing heavily in her post-orgasmic bliss.

It was at that point, Jaune Arc, Huntsman-in-training happened to glance about the shop they were in after having been told by Ren how old the shop they were in really was, and blue eyes made contact with one silver and one pink eye. A couple of heartbeats passed. From Jaune's perspective, the young woman sitting across the counter looked a bit off, as though she'd been running. However, once she noticed he'd been gazing at her, her pink lips turned upward into a mischievous smile, and she lazily winked at him.

Someone that cute winking at him? Couldn't have been. He looked behind him to see who was there, only to find the rest of the cafe was empty. He turned back to the woman with the pink and brown hair to see her still staring at him, this time slowly licking her lips. Jaune's cheeks went pink and he quickly turned around back to his friend, who was distracted by his steaming cup of green tea. "Don't know how you can drink that stuff, dude."

Ren cocked an eyebrow. "What? It's healthy for you. Green tea has many properties that promote good health and…"

Neo and Jaune both tuned out the young man's schpiel about his tea. Neo removed the hand from her crotch and with a nearby stack of napkins, cleaned herself up. The mess remaining would have to be dealt with by the staff; she couldn't care less. It was taking every ounce of willpower not to rush over to the other table, grab the blond boy and scatter. No. She wanted him willingly. It would cause too much trouble to kidnap a Beacon student. Still...how would she get him to come to her? Her pants were pulled up, and coffee pushed aside as she thought.

Pink lips turned upward.

It was simple.

Jaune absentmindedly sipped on his drink, his mind contemplating the events of a few moments prior. Who was that young woman? She was certainly beautiful. Those eyes of hers were cute, intriguing even. He shook his head. No, there was no sense in even attempting to go over there and flirt. She was probably just teasing him, like Yang and so many others. His eyes flickered up at his friend sitting across from him, who was still going on about green tea. Jaune grimaced. Once Ren got going about something he was almost as bad as Nora.

The scent of vanilla filled his nose and he blinked curiously. He wondered where it could have been coming from, when something brushed past him. Not enough to jostle him, or knock him aside, just enough to catch his attention. Right in his field of view, he could see it. Pert, petite and perfectly shaped, was a young woman's ass. Actually, now that he looked up, it was the same young woman who'd winked at him earlier, walking past him in a very fashionable outfit. Her hips swayed from side to side as she walked, her heels clicking against the floor of the cafe. Jaune watched, entranced. She was certainly curvaceous, if a bit short. Most certainly beautiful, if Jaune was to voice his opinion.

She stopped at the door of the cafe, and very slowly turned her head over her shoulder, looking directly at him, and smiled. Slowly, she winked again and pursed her lips in a kissing motion before strutting out, leaving Jaune's eyes wide with surprise. He turned to Ren, still in mid conversation, and tried to interrupt him, but stopped when he noticed something. A napkin had been placed atop his mug of hot cocoa, with something written on it, and a Scroll number beneath it.

Text me. 3

Jaune's lips turned upward again, smiling wide. He wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and a beautiful woman like that actually hitting on him? A gift indeed. He stuffed the napkin in his pocket and took another sip of his coco.

He wondered what she'd want to do for a first date?

A movie, perhaps?

It'd certainly be an innocent suggestion…

He almost laughed to himself, shaking his head. He was counting his chickens before they hatched, and he wouldn't make that same mistake as he'd made with Weiss. He'd text her first, waiting a little bit before he did so, however, and just...chat. See where things went from there.

Yeah.

"...And some cultures even believe it increases your libido."

Jaune blinked and made eye contact with Ren.

"I'm still not drinking it."

A/N: Re-uploaded on my channel 'cause I stopped giving a carp. More to come later. Not going to be 100% smut, but there will be moar smut later on. Um…

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I'm gonna finish the rest of my philly cheesesteak nao. Enjoy. Signing off for now, this is LaughingLefou