Hello, RWBY fandom! I'm not new to RWBY but this is my first for it. This fic was inspired by a picture I saw on iFunny. That picture is the cover if you want to see it. Please leave a review and tell me what you think!

That Nikos Booty

Word Count: 636

The door swishes open and there she is. His teammate is bent over, humming as she places her freshly cleaned clothes into a bureau. It takes him a moment to realize she's also folding and putting away his clothes too, and he shakes his head.

Pyrrha glances up, and her lips melt into a bright smile when she sees him. "Hello, Jaune," she says, returning her gaze to the clothes. "How were your classes today?"

He is unable to answer. He's here now for a reason, and that reason is rendering unable to do anything but move. So he does, and he positions himself to obtain his objective. He is unsure of his plan of attack for once. His mind is numb.

"Jaune?" She begins to turn and an alarm blares in his head. The window to complete the mission is closing rapidly, and finally he is able to force himself to do what he came here for.

Pyrrha's gasp rings in his ears, and slowly she swivels her head so that she can see him over her shoulder. Her face is red but he knows his is much worse. "Jaune...what are you doing?"

He tears his eyes from her emerald ones and looks down. His fingers are vice grips on her hips, a few of them touching the soft, exposed skin above her skirt. His mouth goes dry because he can't believe he did it...well, kind of. Then fear coils in the pit of his stomach, only now realizing that Pyrrha just might kill him. "S-Sun told me to 'go get that Nikos booty'."

Gently, she pries his hands from her and turns, keeping a firm grip so that he can't run away. He wouldn't anyway; he's frozen in place by his actions and by the tiniest of smiles he's seeing on her face. She steps closer to him, her lips caught between a smirk and a smile. Her perfume washes over him and his knees come close to giving out. "You're doing it wrong."

Of course he's doing it wrong, and he almost rolls his eyes, but then her hands, still holding his, move. She presses his hands firmly against her backside and then wraps her arms around his neck. The alarms that had gone off in his head suddenly go silent. His mouth moves, trying to make words. She was so close, so warm and soft. "Pyrrha, I-I..."

She giggles, and the melodic sound flashes him back to the same giggle she emitted when he approached her wearing a dress. But that was almost two years ago now. The pressure she applies on the back of his neck forces his face closer to hers. Her eyes search his questioningly, suddenly nervous. "Jaune...?"

He watches as her lips move to form his name, continuing to be entranced by the soft pink flesh even after she goes quiet. He moves his hands back to her hips. The frustrations and longing that had been building up since their first year arrived at the forefront of his mind. He's as nervous as a guy can be, and a significant part of him wants to flee. But he's also tired of dancing around his feelings, of not being able to grab her and kiss her, of not being able to comfort her without restraint when she wakes up from her daily nightmare. He wants to be able to call her his, and for Pyrrha to call him hers. He wants to finally say that-

"I love you."

He is alarmed when he hears himself say those three words and is alarmed further when tears pool in her eyes. But then she smiles her beautiful smile and tells him, "I love you too."

She barely finishes speaking before he dips his head to smash his lips against hers.