Author's Note: I promised you folks fluff, didn't I? Well, here you go!

It was a warm spring day on the island of Patch. Blake was visiting her teammates at their home for a few days over spring break, during which time Ruby had suggested the two of them have a little picnic at a nearby park.

What Ruby had neglected to tell her girlfriend, however, was that this particular park was home to what seemed like thousands of insects (a personal phobia of hers), one of which just happened to land on her as she was biting into her sandwich, tuna of course.

Blake's amber eyes went wide as saucers. "Ruby what is that."

"Oh, that's a ladybug!" Ruby said excitedly. "It's supposed to be good luck if-"

"Good luck? Oh no no no, this is the worst luck possible!"

"Not really. I mean in terms of worst case scenarios, that could be a hornet."

"I don't care what it could be, it is a bug! Oh dear Gav, I can feel it crawling-"

"Blake, just calm down! Please, it's not a big deal-"

"Not a big deal? Ruby, it's already on my shoulder!"

"Just give it a few seconds, it'll fly off on its own-"

"Ruby it is on my neck and it's going to bite me help!"

"Blake, relax. It's just a ladybug. They don't bite. Besides, it's good luck if one of them lands on you."

Blake's hand was already well on its way to greet this bug with a good squashing, but in a flash, Ruby stopped it.

"And it's bad luck to squish one! Honestly, as a black cat, you should know better." Apparently startled by this commotion, the little bug flew off.

"I'd like to remind you right now that you're the only one who gets to make remarks like that," Blake intoned, still in a tensed position.

"I know, Blake. And you can relax. It's gone."

"Gone? It flew away?"

"Yes," Ruby whispered, gently stroking the Faunus' back. "It flew away. You're okay." Eased by her words, Blake returned to her sandwich. "I had no idea you hated bugs this much."

"Bugkind and I have a sordid past. When I was ten, a mosquito bit me in right on my eyelid while I was sleeping. Never trusted arthropods since."

"Really? Huh, I just thought it was an instinct thinggggnnnno no no no no no that was so offensive I'm sorry!" Ruby whimpered, toppling onto the ground. "You must hate me…"

Blake laughed, handing Ruby her own half of roast beef sandwich. "It's okay, Ruby. You never mean it."

Ruby accepted the food, taking a small bite as she sat back up. "Thanks, Blake." She looked over at Blake, and suddenly perked up. "You got some, uh…" Ruby gestured to the corner of her lip.

"Oh, let me just…" Blake responded, reaching for a napkin.

"No, no, it's okay, I'll get it." And before Blake could process how exactly Ruby would "get" it, she had already kissed her, and went back to her roast beef.

The rest of the picnic was had in a comfortable silence, and thankfully free from insects.

Author's Note: So fluffy. Like a Jet-Puffed™ marshmallow… sandwiched between two Honey Maid™ graham crackers with Hershey's™ milk chocolate… mmm…

I'm not sponsored, by the way. I just like those brands in particular. Anyway, tune back same Bat-time, same Bat-channel for Strawberry Sunrise!