Jaune groaned as he woke up, his eyes not wanting to comply with his orders to open them. The ceiling was all Jaune could see as he remained still, not wishing to wake up yet. But he knew if he stayed in any later, he would be late for class. So, almost simultaneously with Pyrrha, got out of bed. But she had much more of a pep in her step when she did. She stretched with her back bones stretching against her skin through her pajamas, standing up soon after and grabbing her clothes.

Jaune payed close attention to his crush, who seemed to do everything in her life photogenically. She always looked perfect in any situation; she could have been shot in the chest and disintegrated, and Jaune believed she would still look picturesque as she died. But Jaune didn't like to think about Pyrrha dying, so he decided to switch his mind to what she was doing now.

She let out a small groan as she reached into her closet and grabbed her everyday attire, the chest piece and leggings glistening in the sunlight that shone through the window. Everything about her was perfect; why was she so amazing? Jaune looked over at her other, sleeping teammates; they also looked quiet picturesque as the slept, but nowhere close to how amazing Pyrrha always seemed to be.

He hadn't realized he was staring at Pyrrha, who had noticed Jaune was awake and was looking back at him. "Jaune?" She asked. "Is there something wrong?" She asked, wondering why he was staring. Jaune blushed slightly and looked away.

"Sorry, just, uh... admiring your... armor." He made up, earning him a look from Pyrrha.

"My armor?" She looked down at the breastplate. "Well... Thank you, I suppose." Pyrrha looked back down at Jaune, who was now getting his things to get dressed for the day. Pyrrha thought he was acting specifically weird, so she confronted him about it. "What were you really looking at, Jaune?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

Jaune let out a sigh and turned to face her. "I'm in love with you Pyrrha, and I couldn't stop staring at you. I need you to be more than a friend with me, Pyrrha. Please, will you go with me to save the world and kiss on a unicorn at sundown?" He asked, and somehow managed to have his shirt ripped down the center, his six pack showing.

"Oh, Jaune, just take me now." Pyrrha swooned, throwing off her top for him.

And right before the top slipped over her breasts, he woke up. Jaune groaned again, staring up at the same ceiling he had just faced in his dream. And then he realized something else; Pyrrha was also in his vision. She was standing over him, a frown on her face as she stared down at him.

"Huh...?" Jaune asked, confused as to what he did wrong this time. Pyrrha simply crossed her arms and glared down at him.

"What where you dreaming about, Jauney-Boy?" Pyrrha asked harshly. Jaune was slightly confused. Did she know? If she did, how did she know?

"Um... Um... I was dreaming about, uh, flying around Vale and beating up bad guys, why?" He lied, blushing slightly. Pyrrha shook her head disapprovingly.

"Is that why you were calling out my name in your sleep?" She snapped, pointing at his crotch. He frowned, and followed her finger to which... there was a bump in his pajamas. Oh, god.

"Ah!" He quickly covered himself. "Pyrrha, I am so, so sorry-" But he was cut off when, once again, he seemed to wake up again. He found himself once again, opening his eyes with a groan, staring up at Pyrrha, who was now on his lap. He was just as confused as he had been in the past two times he woke up in the same spot. Pyrrha was in only her undergarment, which was extremely awkward for Jaune and his pants-problem.

"P-Pyrrha?!" He was wide awake, wondering what was wrong with her.

"Oh, Jaune," She spoke in a flirtatious voice. "I need you, now. Please, just... A little peak..." SHe began, but Jaune knew all too well hat he was about to wake up again from the same dream that seemed to be recurring over and over again. WHat was going on in his head? He awaited himself to once again wake up, but it didn't seem to happen.

"Uh..." He spoke, slightly confused.

"What is it, Jaune?" Pyrrha asked.

"What's going on here?" His voice was cracking and his lip was quivering as he continued to wonder what was going on. "Why are you on me? A-and where are your clothes?!"

"Shh," She told him, placing a finger on his lips. "No talking. Just love." She leaned down and began to kiss him. He closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, not believing this was happening.

But, just like that, he opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, once more. He looked around the room for Pyrrha, but she was no where in sight. He was awaiting an over-sexualized Pyrrha to pop out at him, but it never came. Was he actually awake? He pinched himself quickly to make sure he wasn't dreaming. When he felt the pain, he knew he was finally awake and groaned. Once again, he had to hide his hands in his lap to keep from flashing his other teammates, who were currently getting ready. Where was Pyrrha though?

"Jaune!" Pyrrha's voice rang heavenly through the door as she opened it up, stepping into their dorm. "It's time to go, c'mon! We're going to be late!" She pointed to the mounted clock, which showed that their class was starting as they spoke. He cursed in his mind and groaned. Jaune was about to throw the covers off and stand up, when he realized what was still going on in his pants.

Crap.

Jaune blushed deeply, staying where he was with his hands in his lap. Ren and Nora were still getting ready with Pyrrha awaiting the rest of her team."Just go on without us Pyrrha, we'll catch up with you." Jaune tried to tell her.

"Nope," She replied simply. "We arrive late to class as a team, or not at all." Curse her for being such a good team player. How was he supposed to get passed this? The more he tried not to think about it, his mind just kept looping back to his dreams. He was staring at his outfit which hung on his dresser on the other side of the room. There was no way he was going to get there without his friends noticing. It wasn't going away, and his thoughts weren't helping.

"Seriously guys, I'll be right behind you." His voice broke on the last word, getting a look from his team.

"Jaune, what could possibly be wrong?" Nora asked. Jaune swallowed his pride, knowing that he couldn't take another tardy for class without being kicked out. He had to face up to his mistake.

"Guys..." He began, turning tomato red. "We will never speak of this. Ever. Not. A. Soul." Jaune took off the blankets and stood up, not daring to look down as he walked to his suit, throwing it on quickly. Ren looked away the second he realized, not taking any part in it. He simply left the room.

"I don't see what's the prob-" Nora was cut off when she finally noticed, gasping. "Jaune!" She laughed maniacally, tossing a pillow at him with a small wink before leaving the room as well. When Jaune turned to see Pyrrha, she was blushing tomato red, her hand covering her mouth as she tried to look away.

"J-Jaune, I'm sorry for staring, just..." She turned.

"Not. A. Word." He said to her. "We need to get to class." He began, swallowing his pride once more and racing out of the room with Pyrrha in tow. Needless to say, team JNPR had acted very strange for the rest of the day. Nora made constant suggestive jokes involving Jaune's problem earlier that day, Ren remained completely, utterly silent, and Pyrrha was blushing throughout the entire day. She hadn't answered a single question in any of her classes, which was very unusual for her. But something was on her mind, keeping her from paying attention at all.

Was Jaune thinking about her?

So yeah, thought I'd slowly make my way into smutty things rather than jump straight into it. Boom! Hope you enjoyed (I know someone will *stares at Jaune suggestively*) Bye!