-xxx-

Clover sat on the couch and sighed.

Where's that cocky man's man now hey? He silently mocked himself.

Everything was going fine. You were chatting with him, spending time with him, having MINDBLOWING sex with him but no… wasn't enough for you, was it? You just HAD to go and try to pin him down.

Men like Qrow don't commit. The guy was a spy! He's not going to turn up with a gold band and adoption papers. He's used to working alone. He's used to being alone.

You were going to play it cool!

Clover heard a little noise out in the corridor and dismissed it; people walk past all the time.

Was the sex not enough? How could anyone hear that sexy, breathy voice calling their name and then demand more?! You're too needy. Get a grip.

And now I've told him to come when he's ready. He's never going to be ready. He's never going to come.

Clover put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. Well, I guess this is my life now. I'll just sit on the couch and wait for Qrow. I'm sure there are worse ways to spend your thirties…

There was that noise again… was there someone out there? Maybe Qrow is out there. Maybe he's coming after all…

Definitely need more hobbies. LOTS OF HOBBIES

And then there was a little sound… and a knock on the door. Clover just froze.

It's probably not him. Don't get your hopes up.

But as he walked past he stopped to lean over where his uniform was draped on the back of a chair and flicked the four leaf clover pin with his thumb.

Time to find out just how lucky you really are.

-xxx-

Qrow's absolute conviction and dedication to confessing his feelings lasted just long enough for him to reach Clover's door.

Fuck.

So you're here. What now, genius?

Qrow lifted his hand to knock and then put it down.

No, think about what you're going to say first.

Ok.

Uhhh… hello… Clover… I just…

Qrow groaned softly.

I'm going to make shouting I love you and running away look like GODDAMNED POETRY

Come on, you got this.

He's going to open the door and he will have clothes on and you will say… hey, is it ok if I have a word?

There. That's no so hard, is it?

And then what?

Qrow rubbed his temples. How come sex was never this difficult!?

I have to tell him how I feel.

Fuck. How do I feel?

I don't… have to say I love you. I can just… tell him I want to take things further?

That sounds like the limpest pick up like ever.

BE MY BOYFRIEND

Nope.

DEDICATE YOUR ASS TO ME

Heh. Maybe.

I really like you.

…seems almost doable.

Well… not going to get any ass hanging around in corridors feeling nauseous.

Let's do this, doomboy.

Let's go get us a man.

-xxx-

The door opened.

Clover was wearing a blue tank top and jeans. His shoulders were incredible and Qrow still had a little moment, but he somehow managed to speak.

"Hey… I…"

What was I going to say? Come on! TALK

"Uh… we need to talk," Qrow spluttered, looking at his shoes so that the mere sight of those biceps wouldn't prevent him from breathing in and out.

"That sounds concerning," Clover said, trying to keep his voice light, "You want to come in or is this better done on the doorstep?"

What? He sounds… sad. No, this isn't right!

Qrow panicked and made the mistake of looking up. Clover's perfect turquoise eyes poured his soul out into the space between them.

Oh fuck.

"Can I come in… please?"

"Yeah, of course," Clover stepped back.

Qrow walked in and once again marvelled at how clean the place was.

Focus!

He walked over twisting his hands then sat on the couch. It was still warm which made him feel weirdly happy.

Clover was still standing at the door, looking every single place except where Qrow was sitting. Finally he seemed to come to a decision, "I didn't expect you so soon," he said, his voice strangely heavy.

"Uhhh…. Sorry, if it's a bad time I can come back?"

"No!" Clover said, far too fast, "It's fine."

Qrow closed his eyes. I am a huntsman. I am a Branwen. I am not some lovesick teenager. I CAN DO THIS

"Clover…"

Clover exhaled the word, "Qrow."

Qrow looked him full in those perfect, achingly green eyes, "I know I've been… an asshole. I'm sorry."

Clover just looked at him, the corners of his lips twitched and turned down, "It's fine… you don't have to explain. It was selfish of me to try to g.."

"No, no…" Qrow suddenly saw what was happening. Clover thinks I've come to break it off! Damn it why am I so shit at this!? "No…" he leapt up and stood in front of Clover. Those beautiful eyes avoided him still.

"I came to tell you I really like you…"

"But?" Clover asked.

"I really like your butt too," Qrow said, one hand lifting the strong jaw. There was a tiny hint of a smile.

And then it didn't matter that he was shit at emotions. And it didn't matter that he was terrified of commitment. All that mattered was Clover's smile and that he kept on smiling.

Qrow traced the line of that perfect jaw with his thumb, "I want to be with you. I want to stay with you. Just… be with me."

Clover's eyes widened and he finally met Qrow's burning, desperate gaze.

"Be with you?"

"Yeah. Like when a man and a man like each other very much…" Qrow joked to cover how raw he felt, how naked.

Clover's smile widened and the tension just melted out of his shoulders.

"I thought we'd ticked off on that one… so, what exactly are you saying?"

Cheeky asshole is going to make me say it.

"Dedicate your ass to me," Qrow winked. He felt giddy.

"It's yours," Clover put one hand on Qrow's pointy hip and pulled them together.

Clover's arms were so strong and sure around him and before he knew it, they were kissing. His hands ran through Clover's hair, down his back and then he took that amazing, cheerleader-level-perky ass in both hands and just moaned into the kiss.

Clover lifted his lips and leaned in, whispering in Qrow's ear, "So did you just come here to talk?"

"Nope," Qrow grinned and hefted Clover over his shoulder.

"Not bad for an old guy," Clover laughed.

"You just wait…" Qrow growled.

Finally they lay in a tangle of sheets, a light sweat making Clover's rich tan skin shine in the low light.

Qrow let his head rest on the hard muscles of Clover's chest and just memorised the feeling of the warm body under him. Naked and happy. Smelling of sex and sweat… If I could stop the world, I would stay here forever.

"So how do you feel about scoring the most eligible Batchelor in all of Remnant?" Qrow grinned to himself.

"Mostly relieved," Clover mused, "I've been telling everyone you're my boyfriend since the day we met. Could have been awkward."

"I bet you have," Qrow laughed.

"By the way…"

"Mmmm…." Qrow let one long finger trail over Clover's pecs.

"Guess how many days it's been?"

"Days?" Qrow asked idly, his fingers tripping lightly across the divine abs which he would now take a very personal pride in.

"Since the bet. Two weeks. You said I wouldn't survive two weeks."

"Yeah, so?"

"I want you to guess," Clover's eyebrows twitched.

Qrow was extremely distracted by this point, "Uhhh I don't know? A week?"

"Thirteen days," Clover grinned.

Qrow tore his eyes away from the visual feast, "If you say lucky anything I will fight you."

"Your bad luck is my good luck, babe. Bring it on."

-xxx-