Author's Notes: You know, for a collection called Dorks Being Dorks, there sure is a lack of the dorks being... well, dorks. I'll be sure to change that, should I write more anytime soon. This came out of a one-word prompt provided to me by my good friend Anonymous Prick 3, who has written some good RWBY related content. If you're hungry for some FANTASTICALLY written Lancaster, go read his story: A Fool's Date if you haven't already.
How could Ruby have forgotten? How could she have made such an error? She covered her face, her heart still hammering away like a jackhammer from the scare that Jaune had given her. She had been caught in the act, she had been caught red-handed and totally humiliated. There was no way she would ever be able to live this down, and she knew it.
Her lips had been puckered. Puckered for christ's sake! The dummy had just barely resembled him, but she knew he got the gist of it. She had given it a blond, messy wig, after all. And if that weren't all, she had spoken to the bloody thing, trying to hype herself up and pretend like it was actually him.
She fiddled around with her fingers, pulling her hood over her face as tightly as possible. "It's not what it looks like, I swear!" she yelled, her hands curling up into tight fists. Of course, it was exactly what it looked like and she knew he wasn't stupid. But what else was she supposed to say to him? She was practically devouring the wooden model's face, and he had seen it.
She could hear him trying to hold it back, the laughter building inside of him, waiting to be released into the world in all its jovial glory. She always loved the sound of his laugh, it was cute, high pitched, and when he really lost it he would sort of do that silent seal thing and clap a little. She always loved the chance to see him happy. But not now. Because for once he wasn't laughing with her, he was laughing at her.
It wounded her, to say the least. That he would be so rude. Isn't it normal for a girl as unsure about things as she to practice kissing her crush? After all, he can hardly expect her to be an expert at it. She felt her cheeks flare up even worse than before as his laughter finally escaped. "Jaune!" she whined.
After several seconds he finally calmed down. Ruby stood stock still, her entire body tense and her face as red as her cloak. When she finally worked up the courage to look up, she found she didn't even have to. His hand found her chin, and he lifted her head up softly, as gently as he possibly could. And now she was blushing for another reason.
The mirth in his eyes was still there, the joy, the happiness, whatever word you wanted to use for it. It was there and it was beautiful to her.
"Ruby, you could have just asked if you wanted to kiss me. You think I could say no to you?" Jaune said, leaning forward and capturing her lips.
This one was different, Ruby noted. It was a lot more practiced and less frantic than what she was doing with the dummy. She felt calm. Totally at ease as the sweet smell of his fruity shampoo eased her into bliss. It was the scent she had come to associate with him. And now it was the scent she would forever associate with her first kiss.
They said nothing as they pulled away from one another, and Ruby reached behind her with her foot, knocking over the dummy that she had worked so hard to construct last night.
"Let's just remember the first kiss and not the events leading up to said first kiss, okay?" she asked playfully, giggling nervously, her hands traveling up to his shoulder and grabbing at his hoodie.
"What, don't you want a funny story to tell the kids one day?" Jaune smirked. It had the exact desired effect.
Ruby looked down to the ground and smiled widely, trying to hide her giddiness. She wasn't doing it very well, however, as Jaune noticed every small movement. Every twitch of a muscle, every tiny lip bite, and lick.
"K-kids? Oh, that's uh, I mean, relationship? I mean, do you? Want to be my relation- boyfriend! Do you want to be my boyfriend?!" Ruby finally choked out, laughing more nervously than she ever had before.
"Well, I was under the assumption that that kiss was an overwhelmingly large sign that yes, I do want to be your boyfriend," he chuckled, scratching the back of his head. Something about seeing Ruby in such an embarrassed and emotionally compromised state just seemed to fill him with a confidence he wouldn't normally have had.
She could only nod her head, pressing into him and laying her head against his chest. It was all she could do to stop herself from spewing out even more horribly mangled words and phrases.
They just stood there, Jaune's arms around her, until she could finally get out something that made sense.
"You're a jerk," she laughed into his chest.
"Yes, but now I'm your jerk."