A Rabbit Among Wolves

Chapter 36

"Called it."

"They're planning something. I just know it."

"The only thing she's planning is how to knock him out with her tongue," Yang said. "You really need to chill, Blake. Even if they were planning something, they wouldn't do it here surrounded by people. Anyway, I called it. Those two are totally banging."

Blake hissed something under her breath and stormed off to the far side of the dance hall. Zero sense of humour in her lately. Yang sighed, and rolled her eyes, done with trying to keep her partner occupied if she was this determined to sulk her way through the dance. All of a sudden, she was glad Blake turned down Sun since the poor guy would have had a miserable time putting up with her. Instead, she turned her attention back to the dance floor and the real-time soap opera going on there.

Those two are really going at it, huh. Sienna was totally the one in control, almost bending Jaune Arc backwards as she plundered his mouth. It was so intense even Yang rubbed her knees together a little. Damn, she knows how to kiss. Wow.

It was probably a good thing Coco was off on her mission with Port.

"Let me guess," Weiss said as she sauntered up. "Blake is convinced they're exchanging top secret information via the medium of tongue and thinks we should intervene."

Yang snorted. "Something like that. You're not put off by this?"

"By what? Two people making out?" Weiss crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "They should really find somewhere a little more private to do it, but I've seen far worse at my father's balls, believe me. You'd be appalled at how crass the so-called high class can be."

"At least this makes our job easy."

"Yes. For now."

Yang raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"Our job is to keep an eye on them and make sure nothing bad happens. That's easy while they're making out in the middle of the dance floor. Who gets the unfortunate duty of keeping watch if they retreat to a secluded corner to get to know one another better?"

Erk. Yang's face went red and then white. It couldn't be Blake for obvious reasons, and she wasn't going to subject Ruby to that, which meant it was either going to be her or Weiss. Considering the risk to Weiss as heiress of the SDC, it was probably going to be Yang's job. Oh hell no.

"I-I'mma go distract them!" Yang said hurriedly.

Weiss laughed smugly. "Good luck with that."

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This wasn't Jaune's first kiss.

This was, however, the first time someone had done a deep inspection of the inside of his mouth. It was the first time he'd had someone suck the air out of his lungs, steal every thought out of his mind and leave him a tangled mess of loose muscle supported only by an arm wrapped around his back. Distantly, as he was dipped low, he realised he'd become the woman in their little show, and that Sienna Khan probably made a more confident man than he did anyway.

And then he was being pulled up. Up and into her, and then away – and suddenly he was gasping for air because his lungs had forgotten he needed it at all. Sound came rushing back in, and it was remarkably quiet for a dance floor. He'd expected a lot more dancing and chatter, and a whole lot less stunned silence and people staring.

"Well." Sienna smiled, completely uncaring of all the attention. "It seems we've made a scene."

"Blurbl." Jaune said intelligently.