A/N: Man, Chapter 3 of Ashes to Dust is proving a tough cookie to write. In the meantime, someone on Tumblr was yelling that they needed more Arkos. Shipping and romance ain't my strong suit but I support that ship and want to help it sail somehow. So I did this little shortfic one-off. Hopefully it isn't too bad. Criticism is really wanted for this so I can learn how to write romance. RWBY and all its characters are owned by RoosterTeeth and Monty Oum.

Jaune looked around to ensure that the coast was clear. While the streets were rather crowded, none of the faces were familiar to him. Breathing a sigh of relief, the blond haired boy pushed open the door to the shop and waltzed in.

"I'd like to order a bouquet of red roses, miss," said Jaune, suavely. The girl working today was facing away so Jaune had no issues with telling her his quest. He worried about when she would turn around, with that long red ponytail trailing behind her much like…

The leader of Team JNPR froze as he really saw the beautiful girl standing behind the counter. Her glorious long red hair perfectly matched her sparkling emerald eyes, which gazed at him with a curious twinkle. Her clearly soft olive skin was more covered than usual by a work uniform which included a light blue apron with the florist store's name and slogan emblazoned on it with elaborate cursive writing. Jaune wondered what that little smile on her lips meant as he felt an odd sense of foreboding.

"Jaune? What are you doing here?"

"Oh… uh… hey Pyrrha," he chuckled nervously, smiling sheepishly. "I… uh… Didn't know you… um… worked here…" You're blowing it, Jaune!

"Came here to get some flowers for a cute girl?"

Jaune turned a red that Pyrrha would liken to a tomato and he would liken to ketchup. "Wha-What n-no! I mean, I… um… I'm actually… ah… picking some up for Ren!" Perfect plan! "Y-Yeah that's right! Ren wanted to buy some flowers for Nora but was too embarrassed to get them himself!" Jaune was proud of how skillfully he recovered, although anyone with half a brain could see the planet-sized holes in his excuse.

"Oh," said Pyrrha dejectedly, worrying why her team leader might be lying in this scenario. "So there isn't any girl you might be interested in…?"

"Well… Y-Yeah there's one…" muttered Jaune, suddenly realizing what he had just done. An in-direct confession?! "I mean… uh…"

"It's Ruby, isn't it?"

Jaune took a short step back. "Wha-What no! She's—"

"Pretty and red like these roses," completed Pyrrha, her voice slow and quieter than Jaune had ever heard it. "You two are close friends, it isn't hard to see you two together…"

Jaune grabbed her hands with an urgency that he didn't remember thinking of. "That's not it, Pyrrha. Ruby isn't the only girl in red that I'm close to." Pyrrha leaned in closer as she saw a spark in her partner's bright blue eyes turn to a raging flame. "The roses are as red as her hair but not half as beautiful. The thorns of the rose may hurt like our training sessions but they don't take away from the beauty."

Jaune could feel the heat from Pyrrha's face on his own and saw the joy and embarrassment flickering in her gorgeous eyes. "Jaune…" she murmured, looking away shyly. This was the cue that the boy's mind needed to forget all of his practiced lines for the situation and misinterpret her shyness for embarrassment of being hit on by the dorkiest guy in school.

"Oh Dust, I'm so sorry, Pyrrha!" As he exclaimed his apology, Jaune went to withdraw his hands from hers.

Not on my watch, thought the Amazoness, eyes narrowing as she leaped on her opportunity. She pulled Jaune by his hands with her left and the back of his head with her right and planted a deep kiss on his lips. His eyes widened and his lips resisted at first but he quickly relented and gave in to his overpowering partner. For what seemed like an eternity, the two teens were locked in a wonderful land of love and happiness, euphoric in their first true act of affection that both had developed far earlier on.

This was interrupted by the sound of a slapping noise, which caused both to spin around to see the source. Ren and Nora, having just high-fived, looked guiltily at the two lovebirds. "Thanks for covering my shift, Pyrrha," cooed Ren, a coy smile playing on his lips.

Nora grinned widely too, bobbing around and booping Jaune on the nose. "I told you Pyrrha would love the flowers!"

It took a moment but Pyrrha and Jaune put two and two together. "Wait, you two set this up?!" they exclaimed together, equal parts incredulous, infuriated, and in deep gratitude.

"Mayyyyyyybe," came Nora's giggling reply as she skipped out of the store, dragging her hapless partner-in-crime along with her. "You can't prove it in a court of law!"

This left Jaune and Pyrrha standing in the flower shop alone, both of them a deep, dark crimson. "So…" muttered the boy, aimlessly kicking the air just in front of his shoes. "I… uh… was wondering…"

"Yes," interrupted his now-official girlfriend, nodding vigorously. "I would like that a lot."