A/N: Was done for someone on tumblr, but it's a oneshot and thus goes in this compliation. Was given a choice between fluff and smut, so I decided to mix them together and I had a riot. Nervous wreck Jaune is brilliant fun to write.

I'm considering bumping the rating to M, but I'm not sure if this would warrant that rating. I may end up making all the more mature ones in separate stories and keeping this one kiddie friendly. We'll see.

On the whole, it was a beautiful evening. The sunset was as mesmerizing as ever, the company was better than he ever could have hoped for and for once, nothing major had gone wrong. Sure, he arrived a little late and felt as though everyone else actually tried to look their best whereas he threw on the first respectable looking thing he could find, but after meeting his friends and taking their compliments to heart, it didn't bother him very much.

Jaune Arc stood on one of the many balconies that fringed the main hall, where the gentle sounds of music drifted through the open doors to his ears. He was never really one for large social gatherings such as the end of year...prom? Was it a prom? He wasn't really sure, but if the large amount of dancing that was going on behind him was anything to go by then it certainly did seem to fit the description.

He much preferred to spend time with a few people he enjoyed to be around, but as Ren was doing his best to hold Nora back from eating every piece of food available and half of RWBY was doing their best to teach the hopeless other halves to dance, he didn't have anyone to be with. Besides Pyrrha, but he had left her inside, deciding that she was having too good of a time for him to interrupt her as he didn't think he was worth as much as this day was.

Still, the pink streaks across the setting sun tinged the fringes of the clouds in a dazzling display of natural beauty, and as he watched the golden orb dip ever further behind the horizon he was content to remain out here with nature. The thought of going back in there would probably lead to some kind of disaster, it usually followed him wherever he went and just for today, Jaune was determined not to let anything go wrong.

So how did it go so wrong?

Here he was, completely naked in a bed - he had no idea whos, with someone asleep behind him and he daren't turn over in case he woke them up. There were no visual clues as to where he was, it looked like any other dormroom and there were no audible hints, the room was totally silent besides the panicked beating of his heart. And by dust if he knew what he had done he would regret it. He held the covers close to his neck for protection and debated trying to sneak out, but his brain told him otherwise.

Unfortunately for him, this was the same brain which began to put all the terrifying consequences into his head. There was a warm feeling on his back, and a soft touch on his nape which means that he must be in the same bed with a girl, their touch was far too soft to be anything else. It had to be someone he knew, but that fact didn't make things any better.

What if it was Nora? She'd probably have some far-fetched wild story as to how they ended up there, but Jaune was more worried about Rens reaction to it, and for that matter...Nora would probably tell the entire school about it within a week, and Jaune doubted he could ever live it down if she did.

But what if it was Weiss? Oh god, what if it was Weiss? There had been drinks at the party, prom, whatever it was but Jaune didn't know if they were alcoholic or not, he never bothered to check. But what if they were? It would explain his lack of memory of the past twelve hours, and it would go some way to explaining the quietly sleeping girl behind him but even so. What if Weiss had gotten drunk, and she wakes up to find herself in bed with him? He was going to die.

Worse still, what if it was Blake? Yang would tear him a new liver, arm, leg, heart, everything. He was definitely going to die. There was no way in hell he was going to survive past this point, his life was over. Jaune swallowed hard, tensing his entire body at the moving person behind him, wishing with all of his heart that whoever it was didn't wake up. They shifted against his back, and while his heart sank as he felt a slender arm wrap around his waist, it didn't feel too bad.

'What was that?! Too bad?'

This was a life or death situation and they were making it even harder for him to get out of it! Jaune took a deep breath, grasping their wrist as lightly as he could and gently lifting their arm off his skin so he could leave. It was a nerve-wracking move but it seemed to be working, and as his hopes began to rise there was more movement behind him. Too much to be a simple sleep shift, far too much.

He daren't look, instead clenching his eyes as tightly as he could and shrinking further into the covers in an attempt to feign sleep. A minute passed, but there was no ecstatic good morning, no appalled shrieking and no disgusted remarks. So either they had fallen for his act or it wasn't Nora, Weiss or Blake. It certainly wouldn't be Yang, as if her mannerisms were anything to go by he wouldn't have the energy to move at all.

Another minute and still nothing. Jaune was beginning to think they really had gone back to sleep, so he took a second to weigh up his options.

Any attempt to escape now would only kick him into his grave, and any attempts to play along would get him killed. He slowed his breathing and turned his head a fraction to test the waters. No response, and so he turned another few centimetres. Most of the ceiling was in view now, but still no person.

His confidence grew by the second, and soon he found himself wanting to turn the full way in one go. After a mental shrug and a 'What else is there to lose?' moment, he held his breath and rolled over the final few inches.

And there, now in his field of vision was not the hyperactive teammate. Nor was it the terrifying heiress, and nor was it the cat-like team-friend.

Brilliant red hair fell loosely over her shoulders, stunning emerald eyes watching him with a satisfied smile. Jaune took it back. This was the worst person to wake up next to. Not because they would physically annihilate him, but because they were the one person he explicitly didn't want to be attracted to. And this was a very, very attractive person.

Interteam relationships were always a bad idea, but looking at his partner in the morning light Jaune couldn't quite remember why. Pyrrha looked amazing, and despite everything Jaune didn't feel scared of his predicament. Her gaze was so warm, so filled with happiness and...and...satisfaction?

At that point, he became all too aware of her lack of coverage, the sheet hanging off her hip as she lay on her side, half upright. His previous enthrallment gave way to pure horror in an instant. She was propped up on one arm, holding the side of her face with her hand with the other arm lazily draped across her stomach. Her amazingly toned, impossibly fit stomach.

In the second before his reactions kicked in Jaune got an unparalleled view of Pyrrha Nikos in the bare flesh. Everything burned itself onto his memory, from her flawless skin down her neck to the...impressive assets she possessed that only served to compliment the beautiful curves that he couldn't not pay attention to. As if to add insult to injury, the way Pyrrha was lying gave him just enough of a glimpse underneath the sheets to where her...

Oh god, why did this have to happen to him? What in the name of dust did he do to deserve this? Even he was amazed at how well he handled the situation, although turning back over and physically hiding under the covers didn't really amount to much. His heart threatened to shatter his ribs with its violent beating, his blood was rushing every which way and of all the times to feel light-headed, now was that time.

His physical condition was only made that much worse when to his utter horror, Pyrrha wrapped her own body around his to lock him into an embrace that there was no way out of. He could feel her arms around his chest, her legs against his own and things he would rather not think about both pressing against and brushing against his skin. It was terrifying and maddening, but there was nothing he could do about it. How was anyone supposed to survive against this, let alone a bumbling idiot like him?!

She murmured something into his ear, although it was lost amongst his frantic thoughts and barely contained screams of panic.

Even though this was an impossibly bad situation, Jaune couldn't help but appreciate just how soft her touch was, as no matter where he felt contact it was always a physically pleasurable sensation that ran throughout his body, tingling every inch of skin. She was warm, and oh so gentle, and he reasoned that whatever had happened previously it must have been at least wanted on her behalf, otherwise she most certainly wouldn't be reacting this way now.

Jaune gradually calmed himself down and poked his face out from the covers to breath, deciding that he would have to accept his fate when it inevitably hit him in the face. But for now, there didn't appear to be any harm in what they were doing at the minute, and he had to admit he was enjoying Pyrrhas company.

So why not allow himself one moment of weakness?

He edged his way back up the pillow, silently relieved that she followed him as he moved and rested her head into his neck. Her hand was lying gently across his chest and her other was stroking the back of his neck, a feeling which he found quietly soothing. Although he wasn't quite sure where to put his own hands, after the minute of awkward shuffling she had grabbed his right arm and rested it on her thigh, leaving him far too terrified to move it.

Maybe he wasn't going to die after all...