So in this edition of "A Piece Of Arkos" there will be no story told from Jaune's point of view (sorry Jaune fans).
Pyrrha POV
"Jaune," Pyrrha blurted, "I... I... I love you!"
No way, Pyrrha thought.
Looking at Jaune who was laying in bed, Pyrrha realized Jaune was asleep!
Are you kidding?
Pyrrha had mustered all her strength into telling Jaune her feelings and what had come of it? Nothing! He hadn't heard a single word!
Oh Jaune...
Pyrrha loomed over Jaune's resting body. He was so cute, sleeping so silently. Starring at him full of desire, she repressed her dirty thoughts and simply stroked his hair to the side. And it was enough for her.
Pyrrha flopped back down onto her bunk, defeated. She rolled over, clutching her pillow and bringing it to her face. She was so upset she just might have ripped it in two. Uuugh, Pyrrha frustratedly growled into her pillow.
So much for being assertive.
The next day held much more promise. From the moment Pyrrha woke up she knew that today would be the day she would get Jaune to acknowledge her feelings.
Alright!, Pyrrha thought, This will be the day I've been waiting for!
Pyrrha slid out of bed, careful not to wake any of the other Team JNPR members. Looking around, she noticed Ren in Nora's bunk with his arm wrapped around Nora; both were asleep. This was her chance. If she wanted Jaune to notice her, Pyrrha had to be the first thing he saw this morning.
Quietly, Pyrrha stripped down to her button down shirt and panties. Tip-toeing to Jaune's bunk, she thought her plan over. She would slip into Jaune's bed while he slept and when he awoke, Pyrrha would greet him with a radiant smile and a "good morning". Although she was no clairvoyant, she could already tell that that was probably not how it was going to go down.
Pyrrha's target was in sight; Jaune lie peacefully in his bed facing the wall away from her. With her heart racing, she made her move. In a ninja-like manner, Pyrrha lifted the bed sheet every-so-slightly and fluidly slid into the bed next to Jaune. She didn't dare move for she was still unsure whether she had woke up Jaune. After about thirty seconds of silence, besides Nora's animalistic snoring, Pyrrha was sure he was still asleep. Still, she didn't want to move. Jaune's body emitted a soft warmth that covered Pyrrha and was almost soothing. She wanted to be closer to him. She wanted to be in his embrace.
Then, without warning, Jaune let out a yawn. "Mm, teddy bear", he whispered and with that he rolled over and wrapped his arms tightly around Pyrrha, pulling her into him. She tried to break loose of his grip, but it was no use; he was like a bear! Ugh, Pyrrha thought, Why couldn't he be this strong on the battlefield? She struggled a bit, pushing off him, before ultimately giving up. Instead, she welcomed his embrace.
Jaune's face lay motionless in front of Pyrrha, his luscious blonde hair a sprawling mess and his mouth hung slightly open. Every part of him was captivating. Pyrrha wrapped her arms around Jaune as well and sunk her head into his warm, masculine chest. Finally, she was finally starting to relax.
Though his pajamas, Pyrrha could hear Jaune's heartbeat. It was a soothing, steady beat. She could stay like this forever. "Pyrrha", Jaune whispered and further tightened his well-intended stranglehold on Pyrrha. The thought of Jaune calling out to her in his sleep caused Pyrrha to grow feverously red in her cheeks. W-W-Was he dreaming about me?, she thought bashfully.
The day was Saturday so there were no morning classes i.e. there was no reason to get out of bed. With that thought in mind, Pyrrha drifted back into slumber in the arms of the one she loved.
So from this point on in the story, I was thinking of making my tale more humorous rather than straight dramatics. As always, I value my readers' input, so be sure to tell me what your opinion on this is. Humor or dramatics? Or both?