It was still dark when Jaune woke up. Or had he even fallen asleep? He had been trying to sleep with Pyrrha literally right next to him for what felt like hours. His leg was stiff because he refused to move an inch and risk waking up his red-haired teammate that decided they were going to share a bed? Why was she doing this? Was it some kind of mental training or fortitude training?

Was she even there? He blinked, Pyrrha wasn't in the bed, maybe she hadn't even been there and the whole thing was a fever dream based on the feelings he had been trying to desperately crush. After all, there was absolutely no way that Pyrrha could like him.

He reached out and touched where he could have sworn Pyrrha had been laying, the bed was still warm. Did she give up and decided to go to her bed? Where was she? What time was it? What was she doing? Was this a test?

The door to the bathroom opened, the light from its often too dull bulb blinding him as a silhouette stood in the doorway, womanly, shapely, tall, shapely, red hair glowing in the dull light. It was Pyrrha, she flicked off the light and slid the door shut with a click.

Jaune went rigid, an immovable statue as he closed his eyes to feign sleep. His eye was open just enough to watch Pyrrha.

She tiptoed across the room and paused in the middle of it, her red hair following her head as she looked between her bed and at his bed. Please choose her bed, please choose her bed, please choose her bed.

For the love of god please choose his bed.

He felt his sheet rustle, and saw Pyrrha still clad in her black underwear that drew his eyes to… well her everything. She was easily the most beautiful girl in Beacon. Sure Ruby could be called the cutest, Weiss the most refined, Yang the hottest. But in pure beauty, Pyrrha had them all beat by a country mile.

Shame she was two country miles out of his league.

Cold air blasted his chest, and he shut his eye the rest of the way. Blind to whatever Pyrrha was doing, why was she just standing there, why wasn't she doing anything? A pressure on the bed alerted him to her climbing into bed beside him. She slid herself into his bed her cold feet brushing against his.

Jaune's eyes shot open just in time to see Pyrrha rest her hip down beside him on the spot where her warmth resided. His hand! He forgot he moved his hand! It was still there in her spot! She was bound to notice it!

Her shoulder touched down on his arm, his fingers brushing against both her soft flesh and the smooth texture of her bra. She was facing away from him, her black bra visible against her pale skin as her hair fell to the side. His arm was already falling asleep. Well at least part of him would be well rested whenever the sun came up.

Pyrrha started to move again, she wiggled closer, where once their feet were touching soon their legs, than their hips, and soon her back was pressed up against his chest. She pulled his arm forward and everything became incredibly comfortable. Jaune could do nothing as she moved his arm in such a way that it was comfortable for both of them.

His arm was positioned just alongside hers as her hand rested on top of his, their fingers entwined. His traitorous hand that was free from Pyrrha's snuggling began to move on its own as it heard the siren's call of Pyrrha's waist and hips. No matter how hard he tried to resist, his hand continued its advance. Leaving friendly territory it found the slightly cold waist of Pyrrha.

She gasped at his touch, her body shivered as his hand crept along her stomach. She groaned, or was it a moan, no, that was definitely a moan, she sounded happy as his hand stopped in the middle of her stomach.

What on earth was he doing! He was spooning with Pyrrha! The kind of thing that only people do in a relationship! With Pyrrha! This was crossing so many boundaries as team captain that he didn't even know what territory he was in. What would Pyrrha think once she woke up? Or what would she think if she stopped being tired and realized that they were snuggling like they were newlyweds!

The part of his brain that was in control of his hand was slowly gaining momentum that this was a very good development. Slowly the stress began to fade and he felt himself relaxing with Pyrrha in his arms. She chose to sleep here. Twice. Two times she had willingly crawled into his bed in favor of her own empty bed.

He sighed, feeling completely at ease - well almost - he moved forward, nuzzling his head into her long red hair and finding her shoulder as their breathing fell in sync. There was no way that he could sleep like this. But, he could relax like this.

His eyes began to feel heavy and…

"Jaune?"

His body went rigid at the sound of Pyrrha's tired, but very very much awake voice. He swallowed should he answer? Was this about him poking her? There was nothing he could do about that! It was involuntary and at least half her fault! "Yes, Pyrrha?"

"Are you comfortable?" Her thumb traced over his hand, sending a tingle for his body that pooled at the middle of his back that quickly turned to warmth.

"I think so." He paused for a second. "You?"

"Mmmhmm." She hummed nodding ever so slightly. "You're warm by the way, it's nice."

That was one hell of a compliment. How on earth was he supposed to respond to that? Was that a good thing? Wait she said it was nice! So it was a good thing! That was good! "Pyrrha?"

"Yes Jaune?" she sounded blissfully tired.

"Not that I'm complaining because I'm not. But I just want to know why we're doing this?" His heart was beating, faster and faster. Pyrrha stopped rubbing her thumb on his hand and instead squeezed his hand for a moment, he could feel her entire body tense, before she relaxed.

She spun around in his arms, their faces were so close, their breaths mingling in the air. If he really wanted he could kiss her just by moving an inch. Her verdant eyes seemed to have a light of their own cast against the darkness of their room. He could see her still lipstick stained lips twist into a smile. "Well, Jaune why do you think we're doing this?"

Because she liked him and this was the only signal he was smart enough to pick up on short of just kissing him. No, that couldn't be it, this was Pyrrha, the untouchable, the perfect soldier, the greatest huntsmen of their generation. And he was Jaune. "I honestly don't know."

She frowned. "Oh, I see."

She sounded so sad. Like the time when one of her sisters went through a breakup and tried to remain strong. It was the sound of an aching heart.

"But," he said softly, it was barely a breath, his hands found their way to the small of her back, keeping her pressed against him. "I want it to be…. No, forget I said-."

"No, Jaune finish the thought." Her eyes were so alive and so bright. There was no way that he could refuse her. She was his queen, and he her loyal knight ready to follow any command she offered.

"It's just, I want it to be because you like me, and I don't mean like a friend, I mean as something more than a friend, like the way Nora likes ren like-"

He was silenced by Pyrrha closing the distance, their noses touched first then their lips, it was soft, warm, pleasant, slightly sticky, and nothing at all like what he thought his first kiss would be with a girl. It was so much better. A thousand times better. The romance films his sisters made him watch, all those girlie magazines he read did little to prepare him for this.

It was like a thousand fairies were dancing upon his lips and sending life into his body.

"Jaune," Her voice sounded angelic and so happy. "That's exactly why."

Between the kiss, the lack of sleep, the contact of Pyrrha's body, and those words, did he mention the kiss? Jaune did not have the brainpower available to immediately deal with that. Instead what came out was. "Me too."

She only laughed and another fairy landed on his lips. "I'm so happy you feel the same way Jaune. But we should try to sleep, at least a little bit." She turned away from him, somehow making their previous position all the more comfortable.

When his mind finally caught up with reality Jaune smiled. If this was a dream he never wanted to wake up. "What do you think Nora and Ren will think if we did this more."

"Go to sleep, Jaune," her voice was smiling. "And I don't care, but I'd like to do this again."

"Maybe a real date?"

"Mmmhmm."

"And what about if I ask you to the next dance? Can I be your date for that too?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Are you my girlfriend now?"

Silence, she squeezed his hand again. "I'd like that Jaune."

XXXX

"So…. what'd you two do last night?" Nora smiled wiggling her eyebrows in a suggestive matter.

Pyrrha just smiled as she sat next to Jaune, her hand on top of his just below the table. "Sleep mostly, but what about you and Ren? Why didn't you two come to our room last night?"

Nora's smile threatened to crack her face wide open. "Oh don't worry about us, we weren't up to anything at all."

"She got hungry and wanted to get something to eat, we ended up sleeping on the floor of team RWBY's room," Ren said pulling his head up from the table just long enough to speak. "Also, Pyrrha Jaune congratulations on your relationship."

"Wait. What?" Nora shrieked shaking the entire table as she slammed her hands down on it. "Since when? How did I miss this? Ren, how long did you know?"

"They're holding hands under the table."

"This is amazing!" Nora cheered, "Now we can go on double dates, and then Ren will finally fall in love with me and we can have a double wedding! And oh my gosh I need to go tell Ruby!"

"Well, so much for keeping it a secret," Jaune whispered, his eyes lingering on the door where Nora just ran out of.

"People were bound to find out anyways Jaune," Pyrrha said, leaning up to give Jaune a light kiss on the cheek. "I'm looking forward to our first date."

"Yea," He mumbled scratching the back of his head. "I need to think about where to take you."

"We could go camping."

AN: So you guys liked this fic, so I decided to do a follow up. But I think I'm going to end it here. I'm hoping to get another RWBY idea soon as I generally write fluffy stories so who knows what I'll push out for you guys.

Anyways, thanks for reading!