Melting Point

RWBY: Willow Schnee/Faunus OC- Willow Schnee is done with Jacques' hypocrisy. While he lectures about values and reputation, he's busy having an affair with his secretary, who was stupid enough to rub it on her face. Tired of being the perfect passive wife, Willow decides to strike back where it hurts most - by starting a relationship with the lowest of the social pyramid. Although she was conflicted to decide what matters more: seeing Jacques' inevitable breakdown or the weak spark that ignited in her cold heart.

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AN 1: Forgot to mention this is a more happy RWBY universe, so a lot of the bad stuff, like the fall of academies and kingdoms, didn’t happen.

Willow Schnee was having a relaxing day on the beach - a Mistralian public beach, to be exact.

For a tropical sunny day, a drink was always complementary to set the mood. This time was no different as she took a languid sip through the straw of her mystery cocktail, having merely pointed randomly at the menu when it was presented to her some time ago. The taste was pleasant enough and the alcohol content was delightfully potent. It had her overall approval. Of course, she made a mental note to order several more.

Being a popular public beach, she wasn’t alone, and with only a pair of black sunglasses making a token effort at concealing her identity, she drew countless stares. Though she found herself privately amused at trying to guess whether the attention stemmed from being the infamous Willow Schnee, or from her deliberately provocative choice of swimsuit; a small, tight white bikini that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

A passing couple provided particular entertainment when the girlfriend smacked her boyfriend’s head for his shameless ogling. His eyes had practically bulged out of his head, and Willow had to suppress a smirk. He certainly wouldn’t be the last to stare today.

She could hear the clicks of scroll cameras around her, and deliberately shifted her position to give them an even better view. Let the images flood the CCT network by tomorrow morning - or better yet, by tonight. She couldn’t bring herself to give a single fuck. No, more than that - she craved it. She wanted every single person in this cursed world to witness exactly what Willow Schnee was doing, because fuck Jacques and that mongrel of a secretary he kept.

That slimy, whining bitch who never shut up about reputation, class, social position, hierarchy, rules, norms, attitude, and obedience - preaching until she’d driven both their daughters away. And then Jacques had the sheer audacity to tumble into bed with a gold-digging two-bit whore of a secretary so far beneath their social status. She might as well have crawled out of the gutter.

Of course, the affair itself didn’t bother Willow - their marriage had never contained a shred of real affection. Their children were simply products of marital obligation, heirs required for the Schnee name - as cold as that sounded. With Whitley positioned as the potential heir, she could finally tell Jacques precisely where to shove his precious reputation. While she wouldn’t claim to hate her children, and did harbor some complicated form of affection for them, the relationship defied simple explanation. Rather like this cocktail, she mused, taking another long sip - complex, slightly bitter, but with just enough kick to make it interesting.

But no, that wasn’t the issue at all. She wouldn’t have cared about the affair - if anything, she was more surprised it took the coward this long to start one. The real issue was that the little bitch had forgotten her place and dared to mock her, rubbing it in her face that she was going to be the new Madam or whatever garbage she’d cooked up in that tiny brain of hers. Had the audacity to call Willow an ugly hag drunkard rotting away.

The little bitch was extremely lucky Willow had been too drunk to actually do something at that moment, otherwise she would have skewered her on the spot or turned her into an ice statue for her garden. She’d briefly considered castrating Jacques too, but he wasn’t worth the effort - nothing about him had ever been worth shit.

Besides, she knew the man all too well, and rather than hurt him physically, she’d decided to hit Jacques where she KNEW it would affect him the most.

So here she was in Mistral.

Although, to achieve maximum effect, she would have preferred Menagerie - their beaches were quite popular tourist spots after all. But that would be asking for trouble. She was well aware of how infamous her family had become, and the Schnee matriarch showing up in the land of those who had suffered the most under SDC’s regime... well, the picture wasn’t pretty.

Vacuo wasn’t an option with its piss poor excuse for beaches in the middle of a desert.

As for Vale, she had no desire to be near Weiss at the moment, and she strongly suspected her daughter shared that sentiment.

So Mistral had become the best option for her little escapade.

The mother then proceeded to gulp down the rest of her drink, placing it on the table alongside the other empty glasses - making it her sixth so far. All those years of heavy drinking had turned her into quite the heavyweight. Getting even slightly tipsy would require more alcohol than any normal person or hunter could handle, especially since her aura helped mitigate its effects.

With that, she got up and purposefully slowly stretched her body, raising her arms above her head and arching her back to let absolutely everyone around her watch her body. 

Her white hair cascaded down her back, catching the sunlight in a way that made it almost shimmer. Although she was somewhat surprised that nobody was leering or whistling at her - just staring with wide eyes and dropped jaws. Perhaps they were too stunned or too intimidated by who she was.

Either way, she decided to go for a walk, making sure to sway her hips with each step, the sand warm beneath her feet. Her bodyguards weren’t near her but kept watch from a distance, trying to be discrete in their casual beachwear, but failing miserably, they stuck out like a sore thumb with their stiff postures. Of course, she was a Huntress - even if she hadn’t trained for decades and had picked up very bad habits over the years of drowning herself in alcohol; she was still capable enough to protect herself and give her guards some breathing room. Besides, she would make sure to compensate them very well when this was all done, probably double their usual rate for making them endure this spectacle.

She kept walking along the shoreline, letting the waves occasionally lap at her feet, drawing more stares from beachgoers who quickly pretended to look elsewhere when she glanced their way. Behind her sunglasses, she was observing everyone, analyzing them like pieces on a chessboard. By the looks she was getting, she could easily pick up any guy she wanted, but none really caught her attention - they all lacked something. Perhaps backbone, considering how they cowered from her gaze.

Also, nobody tried to approach her. Well, maybe it was because she was Willow Schnee, so people were naturally scared and content with watching from a safe distance, whispering among themselves and pointing when they thought she wasn’t looking. She could practically hear the scrolls clicking away, taking pictures.

She headed to a beach bar, its wooden structure providing some shade from the relentless sun, and people quickly backed away from the counter. She rolled her eyes at how scared they were, but taking a seat anyway on one of the worn wooden stools. That’s when she noticed one guy remained seated, so she moved to sit next to him and noticed the tail - a faunus. A sun-golden monkey tail, to be precise. She thought to herself, yeah, a faunus would do nicely. After all, what better way to scandalize Jacques even more than to be seen with one?

The young man in question turned to greet her with a friendly smile, revealing abs, a good physique, and a tanned, blonde body - definitely handsome in that rugged, athletic way. However, that friendly, charming expression drained from his face the second he took a good look at her.

“W-Weiss?!” He then slapped himself. “No, uhh, sorry, confused you, ehh...”

Willow raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so you know my daughter?”

“Y-yeah? We’re friends, nothing more!” The blonde faunus was frantically waving his hands.

“Relax, boy. I’m not interrogating you.” Willow took a deliberate sip from her drink, not really hers, but the previous customers left plenty of glasses still quite full. “Though I must say, you seem quite... defensive about being ‘just friends.’“

“I’m Sun, Sun Wukong,” he blurted out, then immediately looked like he regretted giving his name.

“Sun Wukong...” Willow pretended to think for a moment. “Ah yes, the Haven student who followed my daughter’s team around like a lost puppy in Mistral. The one with the... interesting fashion choices.”

Sun’s face went red as he self-consciously touched his open shirt. “I, uh...”

“Tell me, Sun Wukong,” Willow leaned closer, amused by how he tried to maintain eye contact while obviously fighting the urge to look at her barely covered figure. “Does my daughter know you’re this easily flustered?”

“Miss Schnee, I really should-“

“Please, call me Willow. After all, we’re practically family, aren’t we?” She smiled with a predatory glint. “Given how close you are to my daughter.”

“We’re really just-“ Sun’s tail was practically curling around himself in discomfort. “Weiss and I barely- I mean, we’re just acquaintances!”

“Oh? But I heard you were quite the hero during the festival. Rushing in to save my daughter and her friends...” She traced the rim of her glass. “Very gallant.“

“That wasn’t- I mean- anyone would have-“ Sun was looking everywhere but at her now, his face getting redder by the second.

“N-NICE meeting you, Miss Schnee!” And he practically leaped off his seat, his tail literally tucked between his legs as he made his hasty escape.

She chuckled and adjusted her hair, watching his retreating form. That had certainly been fun - the boy’s face had been priceless. If Jacques ever saw the tabloid photos of her chatting up a shirtless Faunus boy half her age on a public beach... well, that would be an amusing bonus to her day.

“Bring me a rum,” she said to the waiter, who frantically nodded and went to work. There were still plenty of days left to cause more scandals.

The waiter arrived and tried to serve her a glass, but she just snatched the bottle and drank directly from it before also drinking the half-finished drink that Sun had left in his hurry. 

The faunus boy probably needed something stronger than fruit juice after that encounter, anyway.

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It was almost sunset; the sky painted in vibrant oranges and reds that reflected off the ocean waves. Willow was now feeling hot and flushed, her skin tingling pleasantly from the combination of sun exposure and alcohol coursing through her system. She’d finally achieved that elusive tipsiness after hours of drinking, though it had taken considerably more than it would.

She was still disappointed that nothing interesting had caught her eye after that Sun fellow, which was a shame. Several men had tried their luck throughout the day, but they’d been ignorant and disrespectful - easily scared off by a glare or a few words.

Looking around, she noticed she was surrounded by tables filled with empty glasses. The golden light of sunset made them sparkle like crystal formations. It seemed strange that nobody had come to pick them up, though her perception of time wasn’t exactly reliable at the moment.

Well, it was getting late, and she should probably head back to her penthouse.

Then a young man arrived - no, a young faunus. He had a pair of fluffy golden-brown dog ears that twitched attentively atop his head, matching his slightly messy honey-colored hair. His features were striking but gentle - high cheekbones, warm brown eyes, and a defined jawline.

“I was beginning to think you forgot,” she said lazily, watching him through half-lidded eyes.

The man stopped and looked at her, surprised. His ears perked up rather adorably in her opinion. “Ma’am? I’ve been picking up your tables all the time.” He gestured to the various empty glasses. “Actually, I think this might be your... fifteenth table?”

That made her squint because she hadn’t noticed him at all. “Have you really? Then I’ve been terribly rude, haven’t I? And here I thought the glasses were just... multiplying on their own.” 

“None taken.” He chuckled, a warm sound that caught her attention. “You seemed... preoccupied with your thoughts.” His ears twitched as he carefully started gathering glasses.

“Preoccupied is one way to put it,” Willow mused, watching him work. “Though I usually pride myself on being more observant. You must be quite stealthy.”

“Not really, just trying to be efficient without disturbing the guests.” He balanced several glasses with practiced ease. “Though I have to admit, you’re quite the accomplished drinker, ma’am.”

“Years of practice,” she replied dryly, noting how he didn’t flinch at her self-deprecating tone like others would. “Though I’m surprised you’re still serving me.”

His ears flickered again - an endearing tell, she thought. “Well, you’re not causing any trouble. Unlike some of our other guests who can’t handle their liquor nearly as well.”

“How diplomatic of you,” Willow smirked. “And here I thought all the interesting company had left the beach.”

He paused briefly, those warm brown eyes meeting hers with unexpected directness. “The evening’s not over yet, ma’am.”

She found herself intrigued by his subtle confidence. “You’re quite hardworking, aren’t you?” she observed, letting her gaze linger on him longer than necessary.

He stopped and showed that transformative smile again. “I appreciate your kind words, miss. Someone has to keep this place presentable.”

“Even for patrons who create more work than they should?” She gestured at her collection of empty glasses.

“Especially them,” he replied with a slight grin. “Though I have to say, you make all the extra work worthwhile.”

The comment was just bold enough to be interesting without crossing any lines. Willow felt a spark of genuine interest in those words, and his posture wasn’t showing any sign of backing down or cowering.

She smiled, reaching for her purse. “For your hard work,” she said, slipping him the pack of Lien with a single note attached. 

His eyes widened, ears standing straight up in shock. “Umm thank you, ma’am! This is too much, I can’t-“

However, she just shook her head and stood up to leave, enjoying how his eyes followed her movement. “Consider it fair compensation for all your hard work.”

She walked away then, making sure her exit was memorable for him. The choke of surprise she heard when he finally noticed her note made her lips curl into a satisfied smile.

She found her winner.

Perhaps this evening hadn’t been a waste after all.

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Willow was reading in her penthouse room, wearing nothing but a silk bathrobe that hung loosely on her frame. It was rather late, and she was sitting on her plush couch with only a lamp illuminating the pages beside her. The book wasn’t really interesting - she’d picked it on a whim from the hotel’s bookstore, just a generic romance story which could only swoon teenagers.

Then came a knock at the door, making her lift her gaze from the unengaging text. A smirk slowly spread across her face as she closed her book, gently placing it on the side table next to her reading glasses.

She calmly walked to the door, not even bothering to check who it was - she knew the young man had taken her offer. And yes, there he stood, the faunus waiter from the beach bar, looking adorably nervous but still maintaining that same innocent charm that had captivated her earlier. His dog ears were slightly drooped, but that only made him cuter in her eyes.

“Hey, umm...” he began, fidgeting slightly. Clearly he had never done this kind of thing, yet he still had the backbone to come to see her.

Willow chuckled as she quickly grabbed his hands and pulled him inside, kicking the door shut behind them where she quickly pressed herself against his chest, and being pleasantly surprised that he was a head taller than her so she could rest her head on his shoulder and go with the flow.

She didn’t let him say anything as her lips pressed against his, silencing him with a slow and sensual kiss that caught him by surprise, the man’s eyes going wide before she reached up to run her fingers through his soft hair, pulling him closer.

After a few moments, Willow was the one to break the kiss, licking her lips and staring right into his eyes. “Well? Did you like my little gift?”

“Y-yes, miss,” he replied, still in a bit of a daze, and his cheeks were burning red. “You didn’t need to, though.”

She laughed lightly, letting her finger trail down his chin and neck. “A thank you was not enough, was it?”

“No, but I’m sure I don’t deserve such a reward.”

Willow raised an eyebrow, enjoying his modesty. “And who’s to decide if you do?”

He didn’t have an answer to that. His expression looking rather conflicted.

Willow smirked, moving her hands down his chest, tracing her fingers over the buttons of his work shirt. “Otherwise, why would you come here? At this hour?”

“I….” He looked down at her hands. “I’m sorry?”

She chuckled softly, shaking her head as she leaned even closer. “Don’t apologize, dear.” she whispered in his ear. “Not yet.”

With that, she kissed him again, letting her tongue explore his mouth while her hands slipped under his shirt, her fingers tracing over the ridges of his muscles. She was pleased by his physique - his body was toned and firm, and his skin was smooth and warm. Earlier, she couldn’t get a good look, but now?

She now knew she had made the right choice.

He shivered slightly when her nails lightly scratched over his abs.

She could feel his heart hammering in his chest, his breaths coming quicker and his hands shaking ever so slightly. The poor thing was obviously very nervous, but she would soon take care of that.

“Shhh, don’t worry, I won’t bite...” she reassured him as her hand moved down, undoing his pants and slipping her fingers inside to get a feel of what she was working with.."Much..." she finished, smiling slyly at him.

He tensed, his cock twitching and growing harder in her hand, and she wasn’t disappointed. She gave a few light, slow strokes, taking her time to appreciate his length and girth. It was certainly impressive for a young ma-faunus.

“Mmm, good boy,” she murmured, gently kissing his neck.

“W-what about…?” he stammered, his ears pressed flat against his head.

“Take it off,” she replied, smirking as she pushed him towards the bed.

He didn’t resist, letting her guide him onto the very expensive sheets as he took off his shirt.

“There’s no need to worry. You’re doing great.” She sat comfortably on his lap, and the soft fabric of her bathrobe created a pleasurable sensation between her naked body and his exposed erection. Willow let the robe slip off, revealing herself to him, and his eyes widened in appreciation. She moved her hips in a gentle rhythm, tantalizing him as she explored his chest with her hands.

“Now, are you a virgin, boy?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“N-no, ma’am.” He was looking at her breasts with an intense hunger that made her shiver with anticipation of what he might do to her if she let him.

She leaned down and gently pressed her lips against his cheek. “You’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you?”

He eagerly nodded.

That was enough indication for Willow to slowly rock her hips back and forth, grinding her slick and wet pussy against his exposed member. The sensation of his shaft rubbing against her clit sent shivers down her spine, causing her to close her eyes in pure newfound pleasure. This was exactly what she needed - a long-awaited release that was finally within her reach.

Her partner groaned, his hands gripping the sheets.

“That’s right,” she purred, her lips brushing against his ear. “Let me take care of you.”

She clutched onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she continued to move against him. Her breath was hot against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. His hips jerked upwards, causing his cock to rub against her clit once again and eliciting a gasp from her.

“Right there,” she moaned.

She could feel his control slipping away as his thrusts became more urgent and unsteady. She could sense the pulsing and throbbing of his cock beneath her, as well as the tension in his body.

“You’re almost there, aren’t you?” she asked with a wicked smile.

He nodded, his eyes glazed over and his mouth open.

“Good, then let’s see how long you can last...”

Willow picked up her pace, her hips swaying faster and faster, the friction between her lower lips and his member intensifying with each thrust. He couldn’t help but cry out as she moaned, her nails lightly digging into his skin.

“Let go for me,” she urged, causing him to buck his hips and release the thick ropes of his cum onto her thighs and some onto his stomach.

With a soft laugh, she trailed her hand down his chest. “You certainly know how to please a lady.”

He nodded in agreement, still gasping for breath. And much to her delight, his arousal hadn’t faded yet. Even more, it only became harder, wanting for more.

A sentiment she shared as well.

“I’m not finished with you,” she declared, climbing off of his lap for a moment.

She positioned herself above him, giving him an unforgettable view as she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. The sensation was almost painful as he filled her completely and stretched her beyond what she had ever experienced before. She trembled with pleasure.

“You’re quite large,” she moaned, gripping onto his shoulders for support as each pulse of him sent waves of ecstasy through her body.

His hands reached out, grasping her hips with a new primal hunger. She let out a satisfied sigh as she felt his strong grip, her body already responding to his touch. 

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, grinding her hips against his, her breasts bouncing with each movement. “You’re a beast of a man, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” he panted, unable to tear his eyes away from hers.

She leaned down, her lips dangerously close to his. “Well then, my beast,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling his skin. “Fuck me hard and make me beg for more.” 

She felt how her words sent a surge of desire through him, igniting something in him.

He claimed her with a fierce intensity, his hand gripping her ass firmly as he pulled her towards him, their bodies colliding in a wild frenzy. She cried out as he filled her with every thrust, leaving her dripping with pleasure and craving more of him. In that moment, Willow knew that something had changed in him too - a switch had flipped and he was completely consumed by his need for her.

To fully claim her all for himself.

And she loved every second of it.

To be desired.

To be fucked.

To be wanted.

“Yes!” she cried, her hips bucking against his. “Oh gods, yes!”

The pleasure was overwhelming. Each thrust made her gasp, her mind racing. She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus, couldn’t do anything but feel the pleasure coursing through her. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, burning with a deep, desperate need for release.

But the faunus was still going strong, his powerful thrusts pushing her to the edge. Her climax was so close, just a few more strokes would be enough to send her over the edge.

“Please!” she begged, her entire body on fire with need. “Don’t stop...please!”

But the faunus only grunted in response, driving himself harder and faster, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy. And just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she shattered into a million pieces.

She screamed as her body convulsed with mind-blowing pleasure, her walls clenching around him and milking every last drop of satisfaction from his hot throbbing member.

As he filled her with his hot, sticky seed, she felt complete and utter fulfillment, like nothing she had ever experienced before.

But among her gasps and moans, she still felt an emptiness, an intense burning sensation that was not quite fulfilling enough. It didn’t reach the depths of her yearning womb like she had hoped it would.

She wanted more.

She NEEDED more.

“I need to be yours,” she gasped, her body trembling as the orgasm continued to wrack her. “Make me yours.”

Too lost in the haze to even realize what she just said to a man, she didn’t even know his name.

But the man didn’t reply. Instead, he flipped her over, so she was now on her back, his cock still buried deep inside her and still very hard and pulsing.

She was about to speak again, but was silenced as his lips met hers, his tongue invading her mouth. And she responded by wrapping her arms and legs around, not letting go like her life depended on it.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as he began thrusting, his cock plunging deep inside her over and over again. Her walls clenched tightly around him, her body craving every inch of him.

She clung to him; her nails raking his back as he took her, claiming her body for his own.

“YES!” She screamed, breaking away from the kiss, her eyes rolling back in her head. 

The pleasure was incredible, the heat of his body pressing against hers, the sweat glistening on his skin, the feel of his cock deep inside her.

He was a beast, a wild animal, and she was his prey.

“MORE!” She cried.

Her mind was a mess, her body was on fire, and all she could think about was how amazing it felt to be taken by him, to... to become his bitch.

He responded with a low growl, his teeth grazing her neck as he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

“I’m close…” he panted, his breath hot in her ear.

“INSIDE!”

And he just bit down on her neck, making her scream and her body shake uncontrollably as she came again.

She barely noticed his own climax as she felt him slam for the final time right on her entrance. But the explosion of hot sticky cum FINALLY reaching the insides of her needy womb was more than enough to send her spiraling into the abyss of euphoria.

As the pleasure subsided, the man’s body slumped onto hers, his breath hot against her neck. She held him close, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of her while her hands gently caressed his hair and back. However, her fingers soon started playing with his fluffy ears.

It was a comfortable silence.

Until she felt his cock, still half-erect, twitch inside her and heard him inhale sharply as he pushed himself up and stared down at her.

“Can you go for another round?” She whispered, a smirk on her lips. Before pulling him for a peck on the lips.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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In the early hours of the morning, the sun was just starting to rise, its rays streaming through the windows of the penthouse suite. Willow Schnee cracked open her eyes. She felt deliciously sore, her entire body aching in the most satisfying way.

Next to her, the young man was snoring softly, his body draped over hers. His strong arms were wrapped around her, and she could feel his warmth seeping into her skin.

She smiled.

As far as revenge goes, this has been a pretty good one.

The thought made her chuckle, her fingers lazily stroking his hair, making his dog ears twitch.

This was probably going to get her in a lot of trouble, but she was willing to deal with the consequences when they arrived. After all, this was exactly what she wanted. Although, she should have recorded her night and then posted it on the net if she was crazy enough.

For now, Willow simply relaxed, allowing herself to enjoy the moment. How he was holding her so affectionately, a feeling she hadn’t experienced before and she quickly learned to really like it.

It was... nice.

She had the feeling this would be a memory she would treasure for a long time.

And her new lover stirred awake.

“Mornin’, miss.” He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck.

“Good morn-“ She tried to greet him but was silenced by a kiss. But it wasn’t a hungry kiss filled with lust no.

It was a soft and gentle kiss, a loving one that caught her off-guard that send shivers down her spine, a strange warmth blooming in her chest.

“Sorry for being a little bold,” he said with a slight smile. “Just couldn’t help myself.”

She found herself blushing, actually blushing, as her eyes met his. He looked at her with such genuine affection, and his ears were standing straight up, twitching adorably.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” She replied, returning the kiss.

It was a slow and tender kiss, their tongues entwining and exploring each other’s mouths. His hands roamed over her body, his touch gentle but firm.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been kissed like this. If ever.

They pulled apart and gazed into each other’s eyes, both of them smiling.

“You’re quite the passionate lover, aren’t you?” she murmured, her fingers tracing over his cheek.

“I, umm...” His face went red, his ears folding back slightly. “Sorry if I was a little... too enthusiastic.“

“No need to apologize,” she chuckled. “I enjoyed every second of it.”

“Still, I don’t think I can move now, and it’s a workday.” He looked sheepish.

“Mmm, perhaps I should call the management and explain the situation,” Willow teased, her finger trailing along his jawline.

“Oh, and what would you tell them?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his voice.

“That the poor waiter worked extremely hard last night, and I kept him here until sunrise,” she replied, her hand cupping his cheek. “What else would I say?”

His ears perked up, his face flushing. “Miss, are you trying to get me fired?”

She laughed, ruffling his hair. “Oh, relax, dear. I’m not THAT cruel.”

Except if that cruelty was directed to people deserving of that, like the little bitch or Jacques. 

“Thank goodness.” He breathed a sigh of relief.

Willow then remembered that after all everything that happened, she hadn’t actually asked for his name.

“By the way, may I know your name?” Better late than never.

“Ah, yeah, I guess that would be nice,” he chuckled as he scratched his cheek. “I’m Ignis”

“Ignis.” She rolled the word around on her tongue. “A fitting name.”

He blushed even deeper. “Thanks, I think.”

She leaned closer, her lips brushing against his. “It is,” she whispered.

They shared another slow, tender kiss, their tongues dancing together. He pressed his body against hers, his hands caressing her skin. She shivered as his touch sent jolts of pleasure through her, and she could feel her body responding, her arousal building again as if the soreness was magically gone.

She could definitely get used to this.

And enjoy the present.

As for the future... well, that could wait.

Because damn it, she deserved it.

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AN 2: There is definitely more room but the chapter length ended up longer than expected. Either way, I hope you enjoyed the MILF edition.