A/N: Sorry this is so short, I wrote this during winter finals fall semester to distress haha. I hope some of you find this as cute as I did :)
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any characters associated with.
Summary: People were fools… if they ever thought it was Junior leading this charade of a relationship.
Fools by ThisModernGlitch
People were fools… if they ever thought it was Junior leading this charade of a relationship.
Just like the day he met her, Yang Xiao Yang burst through whatever social or physical barrier that stopped her, without even the slightest idea it was something she shouldn't be doing.
Coming and going as she pleased, taking what she wanted from him and leaving… He'd grown used to it, perhaps even fond of it. Not that a man like him would admit to being so easily swayed. But maybe he'd smile once or twice after she was gone...
Their first kiss… glass shattered.
It wasn't violent (a rare statement referring to the blonde and his club) and it was his fault the glass broke. Or hers, depending on how you looked at it. It fell on his side of the bar so he took the responsibility.
She was asking him for information and by then he was so accustomed to the routine he answered her without protest. Too many damages to his bar had taught him it was a fool who defied the girl.
At least she paid her tab. That was the excuse Junior told himself every time he let her get away with pumping him for information.
But the kiss… he never saw it coming. Once, when they first had met, she'd offered him a kiss but what he'd received was far less pleasant, not to mention costly. His view of her long after he'd paid off the damages was less than favorable. Still, he sometimes would watch her go, and pretend she was someone else, someone without the demands and personality, but then he'd frown. Because that image wasn't her. And for some reason he liked it even less.
Right over the counter. He knew she was fast, but she wasn't even trying then. Meeting his lips with her own, it was chaste but soft. Flavored from the chapstick she wore and the drink she'd been sipping. Her gentle touch was something alien to her in his mind and he found himself struggling with the reality of the situation.
A word of gratitude passed through her lips and that's when Junior finally realized he had been wiping down a glass.
'Had' being the appropriate tense. Looking down he found the glass on the ground and swore. Looking back up for the salty blonde he swore a second time; his frustrations unheard by the huntress as she was already gone. His staff suffered the rest of his soured mood, aware of the problem but unable to sooth him.
It might seem silly to point out Junior was a man… but he was. Not a boy, but a man. And as such, he'd been kissed many times before, by many different women.
And yet… He had been thrown by a simple peck on the lips.
And not for the last time either...
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