Erotomania - noun
A delusion in which a person believes that another person is in love with them.
He was so beautiful.
The moon was a friend tonight; crisp, pale light was peeking through the curtains, trailing over silent bodies like wandering hands. She was thankful for it; normally it was so dark, it was hard to tell where anything was. But tonight... tonight was different. Tonight was beautiful.
Because he was beautiful.
Neopolitan was perched on her knees, arms folded on the edge of the bed with her chin resting between them. Her subject slept sound and silent, his chest pointed to the ceiling and face tilted toward her. Golden locks were flayed about his face and pillow; soft, thin, smooth and bouncy.
She loved his hair. One of her favorite things about him.
A tempting thought came to her, and she felt her finger twitch as it riled something inside her.
Surely, she could have one...? A single strand. Why not? It would be a lovely gift, one she would treasure forever. It would be a fond keepsake; something to remember her darling by.
Neo shook her head, chastising herself for being so silly. It was laughable honestly. A strand of hair, just to remember him by? It was stupid, ridiculous.
She visited him every night. As he would want her to. She didn't need the hair.
... still it wouldn't hurt. It was just one strand.
Jaune would understand.
One gloved hand reached over to her lover's head, plucking a thin hair from it. He didn't even bat an eye, he continued to sleep as deeply as before. Of course he would; Jaune would never get angry over something so little. In fact, were he awake, he would've given it to her himself. That was just how loving he was.
She held the hair before her, the light gleaning over it to give it that radiant sparkle Jaune's hair naturally had. Her lips spread into a smile, hands closing around the little strand before hugging it to her chest. She'd take good care of it, Jaune would expect no less from her.
Neo flinched suddenly, one hand flying toward her parasol as a sound reached her ears. But when she turned her head, she saw that it was just the short ginger. The teen girl was turning in her bed, mumbling incoherent words. The blanket was tugged along, covering her head as she faced the wall.
It was fine, it was okay. Neo told herself this, ease coming to her rapidly beating heart. She glanced at the others, the black-haired boy so motionless and quiet she might've assumed he was dead. And the tall redhead, who stirred a little but otherwise made no motion suggesting she was waking up.
Good. Neo did not like being disturbed.
And she absolutelyhatedbeing bothered while spending time with her love.
Neo scoffed at the three, turning her attention back to her sleeping boy. What did she have to worry about? They posed no threat to her - she'd kill them all way before they could open their eyes. And say they did wake up, it didn't matter. Not one bit.
Jaune wanted her here. He'd told her so.
Neo felt a smile come to her face again, dreamily watching Jaune sleep. His warm breath was traced with the scent of cool toothpaste, and she relished it. She loved this moment, where the world around her stopped existing. It was just Jaune and her. No one else. She needed no one else. So long as Jaune was here; as long as she could be here with him, she would be the happiest woman alive.
She'd be even happier right now if she could just lay with him.
But she couldn't. She wouldn't. Jaune would be angry.
Their love was special, sacred - forbidden in a way. Not because of age, or race or any kind of superficial difference between them. But because Jaune cared too much; he was a student of Beacon, working hard every day to become a Huntsman. And Neo worked with Roman Torchwick.
Though Jaune was her absolute, most important person in this world, Roman was a close second. She owed him a lot. The streets were cold and ruthless, the people on them even more so. Violence and money was the core of the game, and Neo was an adept player. It was her lifestyle, one she'd be forced to live. And one she'd survived with Roman's help. Very few people in this world would be accept her as Roman had.
Neo and Jaune were on opposing sides. Walking parted roads.
But Neo wasn't worried.
Jaune never let that get in the way of their relationship. He refused to let it tear them apart, and so he'd told her she couldn't be seen with him. Neo had been hurt at first, wondering if he was embarrassed to be with her, or perhaps she'd done something to make him angry.
How could she have been so silly?
No, he wanted to protect her. From the police, from the huntsman, from everyone who would try to harm her.
It filled Neo with insurmountable joy.
Of course, Neo knew she needn't worry about those things. She was simply too good, too strong, too smart for even some the most experienced huntsmen. But it pleased her to no end to see her man put his foot down, command her - with eyes ignited of finalization, he'd told her how they would make their relationship work.
Neo was a good girlfriend; she would do what he asked.
Her eyes roved over his body, hardly obscured by the blanket over him. Jaune was tall, and while he wasn't the most muscular, he still had an athletic build better than grown civilian men. His skin was creamy and warm, and it looked even better after one of his workouts. She liked his body, she liked everything about Jaune. There were no imperfections when it came to him.
Oh, how good it would feel... to strip away her clothes, to strip away his, and lie there with him. How good it would feel to wake him with a kiss, so that he could see her and be won over with love and lust.
How would he feel when he grabbed her in his arms, never to let her escape? To turn her over and pin her to the bed? And when he ravaged her, how rough or gentle would he be? Jaune was kind and caring for sure, but in every man, there was a lion; ready to pounce and take his victim.
"You're mine." He would say.
Neo bit her lip, her eyes drawing closed as her fantasies became real to her. Her legs rubbed together, the friction warming her thighs. She fought for control, toes curling in her boots as she fought to reunite with the real world.
She almost let out a labored gasp.
As she looked at him again, she wished she could have done what she imagined. Made it a reality. She wasn't a stranger to sex, she'd had many men in the past. But this was so much different... this wasn't just for the feeling. This wasn't to slake her body's natural inclination with men she discarded as soon as she was through with them.
This was love. This would be making real love with her beloved.
One day. One day they wouldn't need to be secretive. They could be together fully and completely.
For now, though, too many things were in the way. Too many problems that needed to be solved. Roman and she were knee deep in the plans of the White Fang, and that bitch Cinder who spearheaded the entire operation. In most scenarios Neo wouldn't have submit, she'd have torn Cinder's throat out the moment she dared command them.
This was a rare case. One neither she nor Roman were happy with but had no choice but to comply to.
Still, once their work was done, Neo would be free to be with Jaune. And she couldn't wait. There was still much to do...
But for him, for Jaune... she would ensure all those problems went away. Then they could be together.
Then, everything would be perfect.
Neo looked at the clock on the dresser, her heart plummeting as it read half past three in the morning. Hadn't she gotten here at midnight? No way all that time had passed; it had only felt like minutes being here.
She wanted to argue it. Smash the clock right then and there and pretend she hadn't seen it. But the better part of her went against it. The woman had work in the afternoon, and for that she'd need sleep.
Which meant it was time to go.
This was always the hardest part; leaving him. Jaune would be so sad without her, so lost and lonely. She didn't want him to hurt, to believe that she had abandoned him. But she wasn't. She'd never.
She'd be back for him.
Neo relished in his taste as she gently pressed her lips against his. Jaune always tasted so good, like sugar and candy. Plump lips, but in a chiseled manly way, the smooth flesh tickled her own and dared to lure her deeper. No girl could possibly understand just how addicting his lips were, how perfect his feeling was. Sometimes she wondered if other women would feel that, were they to kiss him.
But they wouldn't. They couldn't. Jaune would never allow it.
Neo would never allow it.
Jaune was hers; always and forever. No other woman in this world was good enough for him. Neo couldn't deny that she found herself worried sometimes; what with Jaune's group of friends being mostly female. Females that were not ugly in the slightest - who sent looks Jaune's way that Neo did not like.
An eager and plucky brat with a red hood who hugged Jaune entirely too much.
That idiot ginger with the hammer.
A pompous heiress who acted like she didn't want him.
Some faunus girl.
A blonde with too much breast and not enough brain.
And of course… his clingy partner.
Neo felt her fingers curl, and even through the gloves she felt her nails bite her aura and threaten to pierce her skin. Just to think of it... imagining them flirting with him; taking their clothes off for him, throwing themselves at him so they could have what was rightfully hers. It hurt her, it made her want to scream with rage...
It made her want to cut someone.
The temptation Neo felt as she eyed the redhead once again. Filthy slut. She should die right now. No one would get to have Jaune Arc other than Neo. No one else. The woman's hand quivered as it gripped the base of her parasol, hungry to draw her sword and run it through the redhead's skull...
But instead, she breathed in and out.
Control. She had to stay in control.
She had nothing to worry about; Jaune was firm and faithful. He was devoted to her. There was a big difference between her and his friends. They were girls; childish, immature, bratty teenage girls. Neo was a woman; a mature and fully developed woman who could and would do anything to please him. These girls didn't know what love was - they wouldn't go far enough for Jaune.
But Neo would. She always would.
Her mind cleared, Neo took one last look at the sleeping boy. So still, bar his rising and falling chest. But he had a little smile on his face... he was dreaming of her. He was thinking of all the things they be able to do together. She'd see him tomorrow, hopefully whatever job Roman had her doing wouldn't get in the way of that.
She vanished before she could lose her resolve; already craving to be beside him again. But it was fine, it was okay - she'd be back, and she could happily picture Jaune's face in her head.
And he was beautiful.
I decided to re-post this. My friend Constable posted something recently that delved into mental instabilities and I remembered I still had this one-shot. I appreciate him inspiring me to explore different genres when it comes to writing.
But I'm proud of it, not because of the storyline itself but because of its execution. Which I feel is very good compared to some of my past writing.
So, I'm going to say this is a story about Neo, but not necessarily a Silent Knight. As you've surely already read, it's a lot more complicated than that.
There isn't too much else to say, I wanted to share with you guys some more details about it. Hopefully explain some things, because for some readers, subtleties go over their heads and out a window. But I won't, I'd prefer you all interpret this how you will.
iSA