The all important question: Does Qrow actually have the balls to seduce Glynda

“Here… It ain’t no replacement for your shirt, but it’ll keep ya covered so I can properly apologize…” Muttered Qrow, handing over the ragged crimson and black cloth of his cape, his eyes fixated on the wall before him.

“Thank you Mr. Br- Qrow…” Corrected Glynda, as she wrapped the multi-colored cloth around herself, before coughing to grab Qrow’s attention to alert him that she was decent.

“So… Glyn, I get why I’m testy, but I haven’t seen you lose your cool since your second year teaching at Beacon, what gives?” Glynda merely side eyed Qrow before sighing.

“It’s James.”

“What about Jimmy?”

“He’s… not being subtle about his desires for company, but I find him lacking when it comes to… emotional openness and showing genuine affection, and add to the fact that I’m unable to get a proper night’s sleep all the roundabout flirting that leads nowhere, teaching and grading students both gifted and lacking, as well as our other projects involving our resident mage… It’s all just getting to me.” Glynda slumps against the back wall, slowly sliding down to the floor, facing the doors. Qrow winces… nodding in sympathy.

“Yeah… That sounds a bit worse than me and my drinking problem. Anything you need to help with that situation while I’m in town?”

Glynda sighs, looking Qrow up and down. “Unless you can provide an actually competent man who’s also a decent lay for the upcoming Beacon Dance out of your back pocket, help with grading papers, or get me a proper vacation to some island off Menagerie for two weeks…I don’t think so…”

Qrow quirked an eyebrow at the first comment, and a crooked grin appeared on his face. “So the legendary Glynda Goodwitch is pent up, and wants the Tinman off her ass. I can respect that.”

“Oh, come off it, Qrow. I’m a woman, while I may not be a spring chicken anymore, I still have needs.” Scoffed Goodwitch, side eyeing the lanky man. “I suppose it would be a shock to you, ladies man, that women also can cum.”

Qrow’s smirk only grew. “Who says I haven’t given plenty of women orgasms?”

Glynda fully looks at him, arms crossed under her chest, and an eyebrow raised behind her glasses. “Statistically speaking, you might have stumbled into giving a woman one or two, but I doubt any of them actually orgasmed by your own volition.”

“Hey!” Qrows' hurt cry only furthered the growth of a smirk on Glynda’s lips. “I’m not some pump and dump chump! I at least make sure she cums before I go!”

“Oh really?” Glynda drawled, before leaning back, and slowly uncrossed her legs, giving Qrow a pointed glare. “Prove it, Scarecrow.”

Qrow blinked.

He sputtered.

And he cussed.

“C-come again?!”

“You heard me, Branwen. Prove it… unless you’d like to be called a different type of bird~.”

Qrow grit his teeth. Glynda used to rile him up back when she was a 4th year and he was a 1st by calling him an Emo Chicken. Still irked him to this day.

“... Do you consent, Glyn?” He pushed out, his teeth still clenched as he glared daggers at Glynda. She only smirked, her eyes looking like burning green emeralds behind her glasses.

“Glad to see you know what that is, Bandit Boy. Yes, I do.” She snarked, her sharp gaze meeting his beguiling glare. “We’ll see if your b- OH FUCK!”

She was cut off with a sharp moan, her knees wobbling as Qrow lunged forward, his teeth grazing the soft and supple skin of the side of her throat as he kissed her collar and neck, his fingers digging into her hips and thighs as he pulled her close. A breathy chuckle escaped her lips as her fingers dug their way into his mess of hair, running her digits up through his charcoal locks on the back of his head as she gripped a fist full of his salt and pepper hair.

She pulls his head back, a gleam in her eyes that promises more entertainment for the night to come as she all but purrs out, “Hehe… Seems you’re full of surprises, Qrow~ I hope you have a few more for me.”