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(RWBY) Five Times Cardin Winchester... (Last Part)

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"Five Times Cardin Winchester Violated Jaune Arc's Personal Space And The One Time He (Surprisingly) Didn't"

Summary: Nobody noticed the first, or even the second, time it happened—not even Cardin—but, by the time he had cottoned on, it was too late to do more than slam his head into a desk and his fist into some unfortunate soul’s face.


1.
Jaune’s brain pretty much short-circuited the moment Cardin fucking Winchester crowded him against Professor Oobleck’s desk and proceeded to give him the filthiest kiss he’d ever experienced. It rebooted and went into overdrive, though, when the larger boy’s hands began to wander, so pushing him away was both automatic and instinctive.

He knew it wouldn’t make much of an impact on the other boy, of course, but he still panicked when all Cardin did was hold him tighter, and nearly died of humiliation at the noise he made when the orange-haired boy… well, yeah. Jaune could feel Cardin’s mouth curve in a small smirk at the sound and took a deep breath in preparation to push him again, harder this time. Before the shame (and subsequent urge to throw up and maybe cry a little…) faded enough for that, however, there came a polite cough.

The larger boy reluctantly pulled away after a parting nip of Jaune’s bottom lip and casually turned toward the sound—standing in the doorway was a gob-smacked Pyrrha and a disturbingly amused-looking Velvet Scarlatina. “Oh, don’t mind us,” the little faunus said with a devious smirk. “I just left my notes in here when I left class and Nikkos offered to come get them with me.”

Jaune’s face went from tomato-red to beet-purple within the space of three seconds when Velvet’s eyes quite obviously dipped toward his jeans and then when she felt the need to nudge Pyrrha and oh-so-subtly bring the other girl’s attention to the blonde’s… current state. He gave up any thoughts of dignity a moment later and just gave a high-pitched squeak when Cardin gave a wicked smile, said “Let me help you look for them, Velv”, and gave Jaune’s rear a squeeze as he brushed past on the way to the desks.

It may have been the most uncomfortable five minutes of the blonde’s life, the time that it took for the larger boy and the faunus girl to “find” her notes, all the while chatting amiably like old friends. And that included every instance in which Jaune had failed to pick of a girl, been beaten in combat by literally anyone, and even that time he walked into the JNPR dorm room that first night as a team to find Nora fast asleep while curled up against Ren’s back wearing nothing except one of the other boy’s shirts.

(The conversation went something like this.

Cardin: “So, how’s tricks?”

Velvet: “Oh, you know, been trying to finish up that assignment Port handed out last week and still have time to go to that AchieveMen concert.”

Cardin: “Yeah? Need any help? I finished it up a couple days ago, and was actually planning on going to the same concert.”

Velvet: “Really? I never would have pegged you for a fan—I mean, ‘Cardin Winchester: closet boy-band fan’ doesn’t really have the same ring to it as ‘Cardin Winchester: wooer of Grimm, slayer of women’ does.”

Cardin: “Aah, you gotta stop making that joke, Velv! I was nervous and made an ass out of myself. Let it go.”

Velvet: “Oh, and that’s like seeing a unicorn in the city, it’s so rare.”

Cardin: “Keep that up and I won’t let you use the extra front-row ticket and backstage pass that I just so happen to have…”

Velvet: “Oh, my Dust! You’ve got front-row seats? I’d give my first-born child for the chance to see them that close.”

Cardin: “Uh, yeah, that’s not really necessary, Velv. How ‘bout you just agree to never tell that failed-pick-up-line story to the guys?”

Velvet: “Deal… Ooh, found them! How did they even get under there?”

Cardin: “I can’t imagine. Here, let me… Hey did you hear that they’re gonna be throwing free T-shirts into the crowd at the concert?”

Velvet: “No! The one with the thing about the eggplant?”

Cardin: “Huh-uh, that motto from the latest podcast.”

Velvet: “… ‘When in doubt, rub one out’?”

Cardin: “That’s the one… Got them!”)

When the notes had been retrieved, both (supposed) bully and (supposed) victim made their way to the door, still deep in their… slightly disturbing conversation. As they reached the exit, though, the orange-haired boy spun around and loped gracefully back to where Jaune and Pyrrha stood rooted to the spot.

Cardin stepped right up to the blonde, once again, but instead of pressing forward and taking without permission, he used one finger to carefully tilt Jaune’s face up and slowly leant down to brush his lips against the other boy’s. His indigo eyes didn’t leave Jaune’s bright blues the entire time, and he gave the blonde plenty of time to pull away.

“You absolute girl, Winchester,” Velvet teased as the larger boy jogged back over to where she stood a moment later. “What’s next—drinking form the same milkshake and holding hands and calling each other disgusting pet names like ‘sweet cheeks’ and ‘honey bun’?”

He gave an ungentlemanly snort as he replied, “I think there’s gonna have to be a lot more wooing and hands-and-knees groveling before he lets me call him anything even close to that. Besides, I’ve got a little more class than that: I’d call him ‘hot stuff’.”

Jaune’s face flamed as he heard Velvet crow from the hallway, “Oh, there’s gonna be a lot of something on your knees, Winchester! Are you sure you don’t need to practice that motto from the T-shirt before we start on that project?”

The two voices faded away (presumably as they rounded the corner), but not before he and Pyrrha heard the orange-haired boy say, “Why are you such a perv about everything, Velv? I’ve known you for years but your jokes never get any classier…”

Silence descended in the classroom between the two team members, both studiously avoiding each other’s eyes. Eventually, though, the red-haired Huntress-in-training broke it. “So, do you want to talk—”

“Nope.”

“Do you want to just pretend it nev—”

“Yep.”

A heavy pause.

“… Would you like the room to yourself when we get back to the dorm?”

“I’d appreciate that, yeah.”
You know, I had such high hopes for this story, and it just sort of degenerated into borderline-crack. Nice. Oh well, at least I had fun writing it. Also, yeah, I don't know why I made Velvet such a perv, but I don't regret it.

Sorry this took so long, but things got really hectic and I didn't have time to type this out. Hope you liked it at least a little.

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Twin-3's avatar
I think I like this Velvet!