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TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU

00. Arrival

This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased.

With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. STARGAZER

On the first night that new arrivals wash ashore, the moon rises. It's full and beautiful and surrounded by stars.

The robots quickly bring old, dusty telescopes out of storage and line them up on the beach to help people get a truly spectacular view.

"Look to the heavens! Behold, the chicken, the cat, the owl, the donkey!"

It's... the cock, the pussy, the hooters, and the ass. For the rest of the night, characters will become fixated on the specific asset associated with the constellation they've gotten an eyeful of.

Whether this leads to some body worship or just casual appreciation is up to you.

You can learn about the stars and constellations later this month in some of the rare, non-pornographic books in the library. (More info will go up soon, so please be patient!)

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II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION

An ancient courting ritual has been announced! It involves the give-and-take of candy hearts with slogans printed on them. Of course, since these hearts are being manufactured by robots, their sense of taste is a little... off? Or perhaps off-putting?

"You'll do."
"5/10."
"Acceptable."
"Sloppy Seconds."

Receiving a negative heart makes one feel insecure, jealous, and submissive.

"Be mine."
"Nicest ass."
"Swell bulge."
"They're good lays, Bront."

Receiving a positive heart will make one feel confident, boastful, and dominant.

Your friendly neighborhood 'bots will give them out to anyone who asks - and maybe even those who don't.
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III. Eat Or Dare

The robots have set up a stall by the beach with a banner that reads: Eat Or Dare. They have procured bigger candy hearts than ever before -- fist-sized and larger -- with actions written on them instead of derogatory slogans.

"Take a dive."
"Lick me."
"Get handsy."

The name of the game is to follow the instructions or forfeit the challenge by making the evidence disappear into your mouth. Delicious!

Those who eat the candy hearts will feel themselves getting giddy and unreasonably invested in the love affairs of others. They will feel compelled to play matchmaker to spread the cheer.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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The silly observations managed to make her laugh despite her embarrassment "So you are. I guess I'll have to keep up my training or I'll fall behind."

Then it was right back to embarrassment as he referenced the exact nature of this place and what was needed to restore it.

Her face goes tomato red as she thought about her own experiences here "Y-yes it was exactly like this." They both knew what she was talking about so she didn't elaborate.

"It's not bad though. Team RWBY is here along with some other people from our world. I've actually been staying with Weiss," she babbled trying to find some way not to be embarrassed, it wasn't really working.

"So, did you also have, um, a... memorable welcoming to the island?" He asks, then sighs and shakes his head, looking down for a moment. The confidence the heart he'd eaten gave him is still only barely up to the task, but it spurs and bolsters him enough, reminding him that, if he has Pyrrha back in his world, what can he really have to fear?

"Because I kind of had sex last night. Twice. And I'm still working out how I feel about that, but it's like you told me... I can't get it wrong if it's the truth. So I thought you should know, before... before we figure out what happens now."

The explanation pours out of him in an earnest, stream-of-consciousness flow, with only occasional glances back up at her face from his study of the ground between them, but it sounds firm and decisive, if squeaky.

At first she didn't understand what Jaune meant and it showed on her face. That is until he was more direct about it. Her eyes opened wide in surprise for a moment. Not that she minded so much as she was surprised how quickly it happened.

After a moment she found her words, face still red given the topic. "Thank you... for being direct with me. It didn't happen when I first arrived, but I have had... sex with a few people now." It was embarrassing to say so directly, but Jaune should know that much.

Then it hits her what Jaune was actually implying, about the two of them and where things could go.

Her face went about as red as it could as she absolutely stumbled over her words "J-Jaune... are you saying that you would like to... I mean... are you saying that after what happened you'd want to... be with me, romantically?"

"After-"

It takes him a moment to wrap his head around what she's asking, or that there's even a question. That she's not angry, that she understands, overwhelms the brief spike of jealousy that might otherwise have focused his attention.

She's alive. What else could he possibly care about, compared to that?

"I mean... you woke up in a different world," he tries again, pushing forward. "If you've moved on, if you just want to be friends, I swear, I would never hold that against you. But I... it doesn't matter how long it's been."

His voice quavers.

"I haven't moved on. I couldn't help but wonder... if I'd seen things more clearly, if I'd realized what you were trying to tell me earlier... could we have had more time together? And wanting that. More than anything, wishing for just one more day. One more dance. And I know that's... intense. And we don't have a script for any of this. For a second chance. But I'd like one, if you would."

"No that's... I knew you wouldn't care about me having sex with someone else especially before we ever... got together." She trusted Jaune wasn't that prudish, or she would have been a lot more against doing it.

"I mean... I thought you would be upset with me. I didn't take my own advice, I was never honest with you. Until... the end and then I left you with that knowledge."

Her hands gripped his arms tight "It was selfish, it was unfair to you, but I knew... I knew there was a good chance I would never get to experience that. To express how I feel about you."

She looked up at him despite the fear and her heart beating hard in her chest "I still feel that way about you. I don't think I'll ever stop feeling that way."

"Being honest is scary," Jaune said, and laughs a little, thinly. "I mean... it takes a big push, sometimes. To figure things out, to fine the right moment. I... yesterday I was ready to find a way to tear this island down and get back to Remnant. But if you're here, if somehow Team RWBY is here... even though I just saw them in the Atlas dorms... and if this place is going to keep, um, messing with us... that's enough for me to find my moment. I don't care about anything that happened before. I want... my partner, my tutor, my conscience... a better friend than I could ever have asked for. I want to be with you. Not, um, just..."

He breaks out in a sudden fit of red-faced coughing and takes a moment to clear his throat.

"I'm not... talking about sex. I'm not not talking about sex, but I just... I mean us. You and me. Figuring out the details and seeing what happens, because the worst thing that could... already has. And I'm not going to let anything else stop me."

His earnestness warmed her heart. The way he talked about her made everything else fade away other than him. Nothing else mattered in this moment other than her and Jaune.

Then of course his usual awkwardness came out and she had to giggle "I know what you mean Jaune."

She smiles warmly "I want to figure it out with you too. I know we can do it together."

Gathering up her courage she says "I... want to be your girlfriend, if you want me to be." She wanted to make it crystal clear.

"I really, really do."

He lets out a long, slow sigh, blowing out his breath before looking up at her again with at least a trace of mirth behind his eyes, if not actual mischief.

"So. That's the hard part settled. What next?"

There's a nervous laugh from Pyrrha. This really was the difficult part managed, wasn't it?

"Well I think in the long term I'll take you back to where everyone else is, but I think the short term is up to you. What do you want to do?"

The ball was in Jaune's court here.

"I think... I'd like to kiss my girlfriend. And I'd like to hold you. But, I'm living out of a tent right now, so I think I'd like to move before doing anything else."

He laughs and reaches out again to take her hand.

"For... everything else... I'd like to at least talk about it first. I don't want this to be happening just because... a robot gave me a bingo card."

It made her blush for Jaune to be so direct, but she liked it, knowing he wanted that with her.

Although she decided to bring up a point "I agree we shouldn't do it because we're expected to, but I think on the opposite end this goes to my advice about no theatrics."

Her face was already red, but if they've come this far she might as well keep going "We should just do what feels right and see what happens and if I'm being honest I want you to myself a little longer before we meet up with the others."

She smiles sheepishly "If all we do is kiss, I'm happy, if we end up doing more... I'm actually not opposed to it." She may have done some lewd things on the roof of a building. Mask or not she'd feel hypocritical acting like she wasn't okay with enjoying Jaune's company in a tent.

"You can have me to yourself as long as you want," he promises. "But... my tent isn't exactly comfortable. If... if things go further, I'd like it to be somewhere where neither one of us bumps our heads. Or gets sand in our pants. But... one step at a time?"

He says that, and then steps, not hesitating, close enough that even though nothing is touching but their hands, he can feel the warmth of her skin. His breath comes out in a sigh, and he leans forward, slowly, deliberately, eyes focused on hers, head tilted to the side just a little so that their noses won't collide.

"We're used to rough environments, we can manage if it comes to that I think." She really just didn't want Jaune to over-think it. That's what got her to the point of never telling him how she felt in the first place after all.

Then all at once nothing mattered anymore. Their lips touched and any other thoughts left her mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him. Gentle at first, and then more firm as she soaked in the feeling. This wasn't a goodbye like last time, this was just them enjoying each other. If anything it was a hello.

At least, a hello again. His arms draw her in closer, pulling their bodies together, and he draws the kiss out with eager thoroughness, letting his mouth open to hers, explore every sensation, every careful, experimental motion, while his arms curl around her in embrace once more.

She pressed herself firmly against his body, her chest pressing tight against his own. Pyrrha wanted him, wanted to experience being together with him. Everything else could wait.

When he opened his mouth she hummed sweetly into the kiss before flicking her tongue out to explore his own. Her motions were slow, exploratory just feeling out what it was like to kiss him like this.

A little noise of longing escapes Jaune, muffled by her lips, and his fingertips press against her shoulderblades, holding her as close as he can manage, her chest crushed against his. He kisses Pyrrha until he's breathless, until he's seeing stars, and breaks the kiss for only long enough to inhale again before he ducks back, forehead leaning against hers, lips twitching in a smile against her skin before kissing her once more.

This is - he needs this. They both do, he thinks. This makes everything worth it, at least for the moment. There are all kinds of details remaining to be settled, and he's vaguely conscious of them, and he shoves them away. Any concerns he had about the sand beneath the feet or the cramped tent behind him vanish - not replaced with any urgency, but by simple contentedness. What will happen will happen, and as long as they're together, it will be fine, or better than fine. He doesn't have to worry. He hasn't lost her.

It was everything Pyrrha had wanted and then some. Jaune with her again, her feelings known and him returning them. There would undoubtedly be struggles, but right now she was the happiest she had ever been.

The kiss was intense, long stretches of not breathing as their lips and tongues met followed by panting for air and repeating it over and over again for a few solid minutes. It made her feel dizzy and it was stocking a need inside of her.

On their latest separation for air she moaned softly and said "J-Jaune I... want you, if you want to..." Even as heady as she was feeling she didn't want to force him into anything.

Her eyes only left him briefly to look at the tent, assuming that'd be where he'd take her if he accepted.

Jaune makes a little, breathless sound of frustration, exasperation, even. He wants her, yes, but he wants to be able to see her, to stretch out beside her, not to be cramped or hindered by little details getting in the way of a perfect moment.

"I want you," he says, now and vehement. "Just..." He spots it, then, one of the little ramshackle structures lining the cove, that he'd felt presumptuous laying claim to before when he knew he could manage outdoors. That selfless impulse is gone, and anyway, the shack is unclaimed, and right there.

"Okay," he says, decisively, and without warning, one of his arms is supporting her shoulders, the other dropping to curl around her hips, and he's sweeping her legs out from under her with a practiced ankle-slide and pivot, a maneuver she'd pulled on her own opponents before, but had been well beyond his level when she'd been tutoring him. Gathering her up in his arms, giving her a tight, determined smile, it's ten, perhaps fifteen seconds to the open door of the shack.

There's a porch awning, a door, a curtained window. Inside, a kitchen island divides the shabby kitchenette from the main room, furnished only with a battered couch and easy chair, and a sturdy dutch door separates the main room from the bedroom, its top half hanging slightly crooked between hinge and lintel. It's emphatically not a romantic location, but it has definite advantages over a tent, at least, including a double-wide bed with threadbare but clean sheets.

There's a gasp as she's suddenly swept up off her feet. Instinctively she drapes her arms over his shoulders for support. She doesn't even say anything just looks up at him with her heart pounding.

It's a blur as they make it into the shack. It isn't much, but she doesn't care. It's enough, the tent would have been enough, but if this was where Jaune was comfortable she'd be happy right here.

Before he can even move from the doorway she wraps her arms around his neck and goes in for yet another heated kiss.

She's even more into it than she was earlier. Soon bringing her hands up to grasp at his hair, not pulling just grabbing firmly as she enjoyed feeling so close to him.

He laughs giddily into the kiss, groans at her fingers sliding through his hair, and stumbles, half, blindly, towards the bedroom, kicking the outer door shut behind them.

"This is better," he asserts, raggedly, pressing her against the bedroom door for a moment to free a hand while he fumbles with the handle, flinging it open, and letting them not so much step through the doorway as tilt sideways and pivot through it, bringing them crashing down onto the bed - which promptly groans and creaks alarmingly, springs singing, its legs worn fragile with years of disuse. He laughs again, and doesn't let go.

Edited (FORESHADOWING) 2021-01-22 00:15 (UTC)

Pyrrha giggles some as she's pressed up against the door. This was so spontaneous and she was loving every second of it.

Before she knows it they're on the bed which squeaks beneath them just making her giggle even more.

When they landed she ended up on top of Jaune. Which while not where she expected to be did give her some ideas of what exactly she wanted to do.

First she presses a kiss to his lips, not quite done with him. However soon she'd pull back and sit up. There's a heavy blush on her face, but her expression was anything but reluctant. She wanted this.

She reached behind herself to quickly undo her armor's corset top. It was such a familiar action that it didn't take her long at all before she was tossing it aside revealing a simple white bra. The clasp behind was made of metal, which gave her an idea.

Rather than stripping it off normally Jaune would see her concentrating and then hear click as the bra came off on its own and then was flung... a bit harder than Pyrrha had intended as it ended up flinging into the main room through the still open door.

Looking down at Jaune there was a temptation to hide herself, but she fought it off instead just looking down at him with a mix of affection and good humor, waiting to see what he'd do.

He looks up at her with breathless wonder, lips quirking in a smile as her bra is flung across the room, but quickly fading back to somethinv almost like reverence. His hands slide up, but not to her chest, only her bare sides, the valley between the curves of hip and breast, anchoring her gently while he smiles up at her.

"You look beautiful," he says, softly. He doesn't want to dwell too lomg on just how impossible this feels, the fears and griefs of the last two years, but at the same time, amidst the fierce ugency of desire, there's still a quiet awe that this can happen at all.

At first she had been nervous exposing herself to Jaune, of course she would be she loved him so much and even though she knew he would always care for her it was still a new level of vulnerability.

However seeing that reverent expression, feeling his hands on her and hearing his compliment she suddenly felt incredibly confident and powerful.

She reaches down and places her hands over Jaune's, a confident smile on her face "I want you Jaune, so don't be afraid to do whatever you want. Okay?"

"The problem is I want to do everything," Jaune says, wryly, his voice still soft. Looking up at her, meeting her gaze steadily, his hands slowly skim up along her sides, savoring the softness of her skin, the simple pleasure of contact, until moving to cup her chest.

His breath escapes him in a soft, satisfied sigh as his palms slide up the underside of her breast, his thumbs rubbing up across aureolas and nipples with slow care. He's still not practiced, but the benefit of one night's experience and a candy heart means he isn't hesitant, isn't too light or too rough.

"Then we-" she let out a soft moan as he cupped her breasts "then we can do as many things as you like." She smiled with a bit of mischief "I don't have anywhere I need to be, do you?"

She lets out soft sighs and groans as he begins to feel her breasts. Not wanting to selfishly have all the attention she finds herself shifting backwards a little. While she had never been with a man she did know enough for this.

She shifted her body back until she was seated on his cock and then she wordlessly began to move her hips back and forth. "Um that feels good, right?"

00. Arrival

I. STARGAZER

II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION

III. Eat Or Dare

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