A/N: Never let it be said that I don't listen to the fans. Things get a bit steamy (it has a point though, I promise) in this so if you're not a fan of that, you might want to sit this out. Please read the note at the bottom for the plan from here on out. Enjoy.

A short tone chirped from his pocket, Jaune reached for his pocket but paused, deciding against it. He knew who it was. It was Pyrrha, sending her seventh message of apology after last weekend's… interesting predicament. He wasn't mad at her per se, but talking to her felt weird now. He was super self-conscious and his nerves were all over the place. The logical side of his brain told him to get over it, she didn't make the call for his services, she didn't grope him or get too handsy, hell, she didn't even know what he did for a living before then.

Thinking back now, he wished he'd have told her. Pyrrha wasn't the type to judge someone just because of their job and she knew how dire his financial situation was. Those late notices from the student loan people were piling up a lot faster than he wanted to admit.

He looked down to the cat in his lap, a brown and white Siamese that was missing half of his tail, that he'd been absentmindedly stroking. Tyrian cocked his head as the petting stopped, instead thinking it was playtime which meant he was nipping at Jaune's fingers.

"Ow! You little goblin." He pulled his hand away which caused Tyrian to follow his target. This led to the cat climbing up and down his sentient scratching post. In his haste to get Tyrian to stop, his phone slipped out of his pocket, clattering to the cold wooden floor. Jaune gave up the fight then and there, instead opting to panic.

Please no broken screen, please no broken screen, please no broken screen.

Gently, he retrieved the phone and was relieved to find that the screen was fine. As he inspected it though, he saw the banner notifications for Pyrrha's messages. Taking it as a sign that he needed to answer, he scrolled through.

Pyrrha - I'm really sorry about last Friday. I didn't know, I promise. My friends aren't usually like that.

I would hope not

Pyrrha - Please don't be mad at me.

I'm not.

Pyrrha - Are you mad?

I don't remember the last time I was really mad at you Pyr.

Pyrrha - I'll make it up to you! We can do a movie night tonight, your choice. I'll even buy us pizza.

That may not have seemed like a lot, but Pyrrha took her diet very seriously so she only gets greasy stuff like pizza on special occasions. By virtue of being on a similar diet to her (maintaining his body was harder than getting it) he also didn't eat the stuff much.

The next three messages were just gifs of various hugs, it was the usual way she apologized.

With a sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair and hit reply. For what felt like hours, he stared at the keyboard. His fingers typed and then deleted, over and over again. What do I even say? Do I really want to see her tonight? His eyes travelled to the couch he'd been sitting on. It felt weird without her next to him, colder if it was possible for East Vale to get that way. Screw it.

Jaune - Yea, that sounds great. Around 8?

Pyrrha - Perfect. Should I bring something for Tyrian?

Jaune - Don't worry about him lol. He's got his own food.

Pyrrha - Alright, I'll see you then.

He slid the phone back into his pocket and scanned the living room, if one could call a couch and a TV the living room. Stray clothes dotted the landscape and he turned to the sink to see a pile of dirty dishes.

"Guess I should clean up, huh?" Tyrian ignored him as usual, instead opting to bat at his stuffed wolf. "You know, you're not very helpful." The cat meowed in response, not really sure of what he expected, Jaune got to work.

He hadn't thought there was that much work or maybe he was just working slow, either way, the sound of someone knocking on the door caused him to put a halt on the dishes for now. Tossing the towel over his shoulder, he made his way to let Pyrrha in. As his hand reached for the knob, he paused. What am I doing? Open the door, stupid. But what do I say to her? Maybe start with "hi"? You know, like a normal person. The sound of knocking dragged him from his thought debate.

"Jaune? Are you awake?" He shook his head, opening the door.

"Hey Pyr." She smiled, carrying a large half-Hawaiian (for him) and half white with extra feta and olives (for her). She dressed casually, wearing a hoodie sporting the logo of the gym she worked at and a pair of jet-black leggings.

"Hello." Her voice was unsteady, a quality that Jaune wasn't used to hearing. She stepped inside and set the open pizza down on the counter. While they settled in on the couch, several inches further apart than usual, a silence kicked in. It was nearly forty-five seconds of listening to the clock tick before Pyrrha spoke.

"I want to apologize for last weekend again. I promise you, I didn't know you were… hired to be there." He shook his head.

"It's alright, it's not like I told you so you couldn't have known." She stared at the folded hands in her lap, fingers clasped tightly.

"I'm also sorry about my friends. They aren't typically like that but we'd all had a bit to drink and Coco is… forward at the best of times." Again, he shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, they're not even in the my top ten of worst customers. Some are significantly more… grabby." He said with a small laugh. As the worlds left his lips, he watched something ignite in Pyrrha's eyes as her head snapped upright, only for her to clamp down on it a second later. He shot her a puzzled look but it was forgotten a second later as she continued.

"Still…" Before she could really get started, Jaune cut her off.

"I'm not mad at you Pyrrha, I promise." She visibly relaxed, pulling her legs up onto the couch. "I'm just a bit… embarrassed is all." He drew his own legs up, cradling them to his chest. "I never really wanted you to see me… "at work", you know?" She reached out, maybe attempting to put a hand on his shoulder or something, he didn't know. What he did know, was that she hesitated and pulled away.

"You don't have anything to be embarrassed about, Jaune."

"I can't help it. I just… to strip in front of you, of all people, and then for the girls to ask all of those questions… to both of us! Not just me, they really dug into your side too!" She nodded. Coco had been relentless in her questioning.

"Have you two ever slept together?" "How big are you where it counts?" "Are you a virgin?" "What kind of toys do you have?"

It seemed to be all sex stuff with her and he felt himself shudder at the memory.

"Yes, Coco is… an interesting girl." He groaned, running his hands through his hair.

"Like I said though, I'm not mad at you. More like I'm mad at the whole situation. I didn't want you to see me like that and it change how you think about me. So, I kind of avoided you this week. I shouldn't have and I'm sorry." This time, she didn't hesitate, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I underst- Tyrian!" Jaune watched her head turn in an instant to the counter where their food was. His followed suit and he was off of the couch in the blink of an eye. He scooped the furry demon up just before his paw could make contact with his precious pizza.

"Damn it Tyrian, how many times do I have to tell you to stay off the counter?" He meowed in response as Jaune brought him to the couch. The blond took the spot significantly closer to Pyrrha than earlier and Tyrian seemed to take this as a signal to step into the redhead's lap.

"He never has been good at taking orders, has he?" Jaune scoffed.

"Not from me at least. He listens to Old Lady Salem just fine, just loves it when she comes around to collect rent." Pyrrha scratched Tyrian behind his ears and he began to purr.

"Doesn't she always have treats for him?" Jaune grunted in confirmation.

"I just don't want him to get fat again." Pyrrha giggled and Jaune logged into Netflix. Wanting to put something on that they didn't really need to pay attention too, he clicked on "Shrek" and hit play. The redhead gave a light-hearted scoff as the blond retrieved their pizza and a couple of sodas from the fridge.

"What? It's a classic." Pyrrha chuckled and began to munch on her food.

After finishing the first one, they moved to the second and third movies. And after that, it just didn't feel right to not finish the quadrilogy. When the movies shifted from Good to Bad to So-Bad-That-It's-Good, they broke out the liquor. After the first couple of shots, they were both starting to feel it a bit, so they switched to Twisted Teas and hard sodas.

Both of them were cuddly drunks and it didn't take long for to two to become near attached at the hip. From there, it turned into light touches on the arms and sides. Pyrrha looked up at her best friend, smiled, and kissed his cheek. Not wanting to appear rude, Jaune did the same. At that, the redhead's competitive streak kicked in and her lips found his neck. Not wanting to be outdone, Jaune shifted their position, having her straddle his lap as he attacked her collarbone.

For a moment, Jaune felt a hand on his chest. Pyrrha pulled back, a ravenous hunger in her eyes.

"Are you sure?" Jaune nipped at her jawline, fingers tracing up the back of her hoodie.

"I've never been more sure of anything." He kissed her again and felt her lips curve into a big smile. Her hands crept up into his hair as she ground her hips into his own. In the moment, Jaune curse the creator of jeans for creating a prison so strong. Pyrrha pulled back for a moment, a mischievous smile on her face. Ever so slowly, she slid her hoodie off. The bottom of her tank top rose just enough to give a tantalizing view of her toned abs. She pulled him forward a tad, hands wandering to the bottom of his shirt.

"You're overdressed." She claimed his neck like a conquering warlord, teeth grazing his flesh as she pulled upwards. Never having been a patient man, Jaune aided in the process. The last vestiges of blood pumping to his upper head told him that he'd torn the article of clothing but he really didn't care.

Pyrrha's nails glided across his skin, goosebumps following close behind. His fingers slid up her arms to the spaghetti straps of her shirt, tugging them to the side and pushing the garment south, leaving her in a simple black bra and her leggings.

He drew her in close, his lips and teeth grazing her collarbone and the valley between her breasts. A moan poured from her lips, powerful enough to feel the vibrations in his touch. Pyrrha grabbed a handful of hair, pulling his gaze to meet her own.

"Here or the bedroom?" In response, he stood. Her legs wrapped around his waist like they'd done this thousands of times. His hands cupped her ass as their lips found one another's again. Travelling to his bed, he made a mental note to thank Tyrian for making a swift exit from his pillow, he kicked the door closed behind him.

He gently laid her down on the bed, pinning her arms to the covers above her head. He attacked her neck again, one hand toiling underneath with the clasp of her bra and the other undoing his belt. He fiddled with both for a minute before groaning and stepping back, admitting his failure. Pyrrha giggled and sat up, undoing the clasp herself while the blond took care of his belt.

She tried to make him sweat by slowly pulling down the straps and making a show of getting topless. In a motion that required more dexterity than he knew he had, he pulled the article of clothing off, tossing it over his head. He smiled at the shocked expression on her face before kissing back up her neck to whisper in her ear.

"Leave the stripping to me." She moaned again as his hand ran along her breast. A feral growl rang out from her throat and she shifted, pinning him to the bed and straddling his hips again.

"Fine, but you leave the 'strenuous physical activity' to me then." Jaune felt a laugh rumble from his chest and claimed her lips again. After a moment, he pulled away, looking up into her emerald green eyes. He couldn't ever remember a time when he'd seen someone so… hungry. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Everything about her was incredible. Her mind, her body, her spirit, her heart, her laugh, her smile. Even now, in his lusty drunken state, he was coherent enough to say 'wow.' Sadly, for him, those aren't the words that came out of his mouth.

"I love you." The words spilled from his lips before he could register that that wasn't what he meant to say. Pyrrha paused, a hand on his chest.

"What did you say?" Jaune panicked. This was not supposed to happen. That was an inside thought and it was supposed to stay there.

"Uh… what I meant was… um. What did I mean? Well, I uh… I meant uh… dammit… I meant to say…" He was nearly overtaken completely by the emotion until she smiled and said it back.

"I love you too." It was his turn to be confused.

"You do?" She nodded. "Well… I… I'm glad." His mind was moving at a mile a minute with possibilities. Granted, eighty percent of those involved sex, but he thought that was forgivable considering their current position.

No more real thoughts were spoken aloud that night, only passionate moans and cries of each other's names. It was, arguably, the greatest night of their lives. An evening that left them exhausted, sore, and very, very satisfied.

-/-

Morning came all too quickly, and with it, Tyrian's insistent meowing at the bedroom door to be fed his breakfast. Jaune rolled over, hoping the pillows would dampen the noise and the cat would go eat the leftover pizza or something. Anything that meant Jaune wouldn't have to get out of bed. As he rolled though, he realized two very important things.

Thing one being that he had one of the worst headaches he ever remembered getting.

Thing two was that he wasn't in bed alone. His eyes traveled down to the ocean of red hair on his bare chest and felt his groin stir as memories of last night flooded into his mind. It wasn't a dream. He nearly fainted at that. He'd slept with Pyrrha Nikos. His personal trainer, best friend, and the love of his life. One final memory crashed through the others like a drunk driver in a downpour; He'd confessed and so had she.

A cloud of doubt roared in, snuffing out the sunshine that had been his realization. She only said it back so you'd sleep with her. He tried to push the thought out of his head but every time he did, it came back. Having nothing to lose at this point he thought, he stroked Pyrrha's hair. She had always been an uncommonly light sleeper and even the slightest touch could wake her. It seemed this was one of those times as she raised her head from his chest and wiped a spot of drool from the corner of her mouth.

"I love you." She gave him a lazy smile and nodded.

"I love you too." With that, she promptly settled back onto his chest, returning to sleep. Jaune felt his heart stop for a moment. The clouds tried to step back in but they were no match for the light that his joy was giving off now. He was in love! With someone who loved him back! Jaune Arc was a stripper in love with his best friend. Everything was right with the world.

That is, until her heard the telltale sign of glass breaking and the meowing that had ceased start up again.

Fucking Tyrian.

A/N: Alright, here's the deal. I don't really have much of a plot for this story beyond this. They got together and that's really what we all want to see. However, if demand is high enough then I might be able to get another chapter out of this, like a proper date or something. Tell me in the reviews what you think, I'll be reading all of them as usual. Until next time, may Fortune favor you all.