Idle worries.
Summary: But this moment of peace is worth all of it.
Tags: Future, a slightly-happier one. AU most likely.
Chapter 01: Jaune's side.
Jaune Arc woke up from a thankfully dreamless night. As the days passed by so seems the nightmares just behind his eyelids, little by little.
He yawned. And felt a tug on his right arm and hand.
The first thing he noticed was, he was neither in his armor or boxers, and the bed was comfortably soft, a strange (if not entirely unwelcomed) change from his more utilitarian one back at Beacon huntsmen's dorm. Second thing he noticed, indeed he was naked and by his right side was a similarly naked Ruby.
Jaune Arc did not panic. He was not even surprised.
He merely took note of how the ray of light slowly encroached from the peaked curtains, shining on the pale-white skin of the still sleeping woman, the light almost glistening on beads of sweat on her skin. Under the sheet, their hands still linked like how it had been.
5:36 a.m., Vale +1. Ruby Rose's Residence. 24 minutes to wake up.
Jaune laid like that for a moment. Resting, but not really. Blue eyes locked at her pale, thin form still snoring peacefully, her chest modestly covered only by a convenient arm, rising and falling with every breath. He noticed how peaceful Ruby looked asleep, how beautiful her smile was when she was unburdened by the weight of the world and her duty as the Silver-eyed Warrior, when that smile was the rare, real smile only occasionally seen in moments like these. A strand of red-tinged hair brushed agaisnt his skin, tingling like the room's temperature.
A small perk of being an early riser, he thought.
What are they, really? Friends, more than friends? A little bit further than that? A thousand thoughts crept into his mind, deafening whispers of doubt and worries unanswered by present.
Jaune remembered how last night, their bodies were entwined in love. How his kisses showered the scars over her right eye, just as hers over his scarred chest. How their bodies pressed agaisnt one-another for warmth, and...
Friends do not kiss, do they? Especially not what comes after.
He remembered the warmth he felt as he held her close - and felt that warmth on his skin when she snuggled a bit closer to him. The warmth of flesh and skinship and yet more than that, a fulfilment of some voids in the deepest part of his heart left by Pyrrha and then Nora and then Ren and then...
How much of it is love, and how much is just a blind desire to hang onto what was left?
He noticed how this had become a normal occurance for them, whenever he dropped by for a visit, or she him.
Time passed. 5:58.
Does it even matter?
As the questions still rung in his mind, he noticed how his left hand absentmindedly ran through her silk-like hair, playing with a curled twirl like it was the most normal thing in the world. And how the quiet smile on her lips seemed to brighten as he did.
...She's too precious a friend to him.
Then why are you still doing this?
There was no reply. He snoozed the alarm clock, and got out of bed. Idle worries pushed backed into the confines of his mind in prepare of a new day.
A/N:
Sorry, not sorry, couldn't resist writing this. The newest episode yesterday was GODS-AWFUL (as in what happened, not the quality which I have only the complainations of it being a bit short and cliff-hangy!), and I just wanted to pump out some good Lancaster and brighten it up.
Seems like what I got was, well, a wee bit on the sad-side instead. :P
Dense Jaune is dense.
Awaits Chapter 02: Ruby's side!
Cheerios! -P
Edit: reworked a bit, oh, and this is no longer a two shot. :)