This one...*sigh* never really liked it after writing it...
"You sometimes remind me of obsidian." Jaune had once said as they sat with each other under he shade of a large tree he murmured, running his fingers through her hair and lightly scratching her head.
Blake quirked an eyebrow in amusement as she glanced passed the rim of her book at his face - his hair like a halo of yellow fire around his head, "Really?"
"Beautiful and dark, though I gotta say, I think it isn't quite right either..."
"I always thought that you would associate me with books and reading?" She chuckled.
He grinned but said nothing, she shifted slightly so she could rest more comfortably against him practically purring as his hands skillfully ran right at a spot that made her ears twitch in pleasure.
They had first been dating for sometime, a month before actually telling anyone. It had been something of a shock (horribly understated) for both teams. It had all started when Jaune had been looking for some light reading since he had exhausted himself in textbooks and saw Blake in the library while perusing the shelves for some material. He had asked for a recommendation and she gave him a few of her favorite reading books. He thanked her kindly and left, opening the first book and peering at the first page.
She almost didn't believe it when very early the next morning before breakfast and saw him nose buried into a book as he walked into the cafeteria.
Not just any book.
The second in the stack she had given him.
He was a fast reader or he had skipped a few chapters. Blake almost hissed, she hated it when someone would skip literary material. Some books she didn't like and she could understand, but one of her favorites?
Unforgivable.
She was about to scold him when he lowered the book as he rubbed his face and she got a good look at him.
Lord Monty in heaven.
He was wearing glasses and had dark circles under his eyes. She had never thought she would ever see him in glasses. He looked adorable, like someone had given an air of slight innocence and utter boyish cuteness. The gleam in his eyes as he read through line after line on each page astonished her.
He was a closet bookworm.
"Jaune." She greeted.
He yawned, "H-h-heeeeeyyy."
"Are you okay? You look like you haven't slept at all." She smiled though, "Though I must say that you are looking nice with those glasses."
He mumbled something incomprehensible.
"What?" She whispered.
"I didn't sleep. Also, I look terrible in glasses." He mumbled.
"Why didn't you sleep?" She asked, honestly curious.
He looked at her almost angrily, "How in Monty's name could you even suggest I sleep when you give me golden reading material like this?" He grumbled.
She stared at him blankly before snickering and then abruptly laughing. She tried to stifle the giggles and laughter rumbling through her throat but the angry look he was giving her was too much.
He wasn't honestly angry and that made him pout. His ocean eyes gleamed with humor and light accusation as if to say, 'I want to say this is your fault but it isn't.' He looked like a baby tiger that had just been pushed away by its mother after playing with her too long.
She attracted the attention of everyone within hearing range, slack-jawed at the sight of the normally stoic ninja giggling like a giddy schoolgirl.
You would have to be as blind as Jaune was (emotionally) to have missed the growing connection between the two. It was small at first - Jaune maybe asking a question of what Blake got out of a certain part of a story - before responding with his own thoughts on the matter. Occasionally, Jaune would run into her at the library and quietly greet her with a wide smile and discreetly slip on his reading glasses before opening a book and reading.
She began to notice tiny things about him that shouldn't have mattered.
The way his head tilted slightly when he was trying to understand a certain paragraph, mouthing the words silently and slowly as if tasting the way they rolled out of his mouth.
How his ocean eyes would brighten when she was recommending new material.
The way his forehead furrowed when he was reading a part when the protagonist's luck was beginning to take a turn for the worse.
His eyes softening at the more romantic, emotional, and soft parts of the story.
His lips quirking up when the story had a funny interruption.
All the tiny things that made watching him read almost as enjoyable as reading the book itself.
It confused her at first.
It was hell for him when Yang discovered he wore glasses and how he looked with them on.
"Soooo...Vomit boy?" She began.
Jaune tensed as he heard her, he loved his teammates like family, but Yang was the teasing older sister, (literally for Ruby) figuratively.
"Yeah?" He replied cautiously.
"I heard from a little birdie that you wear glasses when you read, and that you look incredibly adorable while wearing them." She almost sang.
Everyone looked up at this.
"What?" Ruby asked as if she had misheard.
Everybody else looked interested to varying degrees.
Jaune stiffened, "Who told you that?" He scoffed, trying to sound indignant and confused.
"Ah ah ah, Vomit Boy. A good info broker is hard to find, and i don't like to lose them." Yang said wagging her finger at him as of scolding him, "Now you might want to show me before I have to get physical."
Jaune shivered, "I don't really think it is all that important, I barely even use them."
"Jaune..." Yang's voice held a tiny note of warning.
Jaune sighed, "Fine..."
He reached into his pocket and fumbled his hand around inside of it, delaying the moment for as long as he could. He finally grasped the case when Yang's eyes were beginning to turn red in irritation.