Wakey Wakey

Jaune stopped at the foot of Ruby's tent and gave it a cursory glance, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He shook his head, "I can't believe I'm really going to do this..." He found his handholds on the frame. I don't have to do this... he thought. No, no I have to do this. I'm sorry Ruby, but Nora needs to learn that this is not an acceptable way to wake someone up! With that, Jaune burst into motion, flipping the tent with much more vigor than necessary, sending it into a crumbled heap at the far edge of the campsite. At the same time, he was yelling "Time to wake up, Ruby! We're on-" the words got stuck in his throat as soon as her sleeping form came into view, time seemed to slow to a crawl, his mouth dropped open and his eyes worked quickly to etch the vision in front of him into memory. His brain seemed to have lost all other purpose, his mouth stammering out meaningless sounds. Flipping the tent had unveiled a serenely sleeping Rose with one bud showing. The early morning's light shone over her supine form.

Ruby Rose laid there asleep on top of her sleeping bag, wearing the same tank-top she normally did to bed, except it wasn't doing its job as well as it normally did. Her whole right breast was free from her shirt. It was as glorious and creamy white as Jaune had always imagined it to be. Her bright pink nipple stood proudly at attention, almost as if it was bidding him hello. To say Ruby didn't have the biggest breasts, wouldn't be unfair. They were rather small, especially in comparison to all the other women they knew. In fact, Jaune was certain Ruby had the second smallest pair out of every one of their friends, only beating Weiss, but they suited her... and damn did they look good.

The seconds that passed felt more like hours in Jaune's mind and the longer he stared, entranced by Ruby's ruby, the more it felt like it was beckoning to him, directing him where to look. Slowly, Jaune's eyes listened, traveling down the length of her body, following her tank-top down to her waist, where it promptly stopped, much like Jaune thought his heart had. Taking over where the shirt had stopped were pink ruffles that flowed onto a radiant, bright pink nylon canvas covered with dark pink butterflies. Jaune's breath hitched in his throat, his eyes widened, and his mouth felt dry. All he could think was, damn. Ruby's panties fit her snugly enough that Jaune almost wondered if they were painted on. Jaune was almost positive he was still asleep and dreaming all this. Even though he hated to admit it, even if just to himself, he had often tried to look up Ruby's skirt when he thought he had a good enough opportunity that no one would notice (after all, Yang would personally maim anyone she caught looking at Ruby like that) and despite how often she ran about or jumped around, he never once caught so much as a glimpse of the treasure she hid beneath it... but now? His eyes drifted lower, this is too good to be true. He felt himself enraptured by the girls delicate, porcelain thighs. And then they started to move. His eyes darted back up her body to her face, lucky enough to see her petite mounds jiggle and bounce as she sat up and stretched her arms out with a yawn. He felt his own face start to redden as he caught sight of her joyful, refreshed face.

"Good morning, Vomit boy," Ruby said, cheerful as ever. "What's up with you? Your face is all red. And what happened to my tent?" She looked around, one eyebrow raised.

Images of Yang beating the life out of him flashed through Jaune's mind. And, not knowing what else to do, he turned himself around as fast as possible. Even doing so, he felt his neck try to turn ever so slightly, hoping he could continue to drink in her visage just a little longer. Without her in his direct line of sight, he finally managed to find his words. "Oh my god, Ruby, I'm so sorry - I didn't see anything, I swear! No-Nora told me to do it!" Jaune cried out. "I - I - I told her it was rude to wake people up like this... I'm sorry!" He managed to catch sight of her again out the corner of his eye. Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.

"Didn't see what? What are you talking about?" She asked as she moved to stand up. That was when she noticed... Instantly, her face went as red as her namesake, and it was her turn to be a stuttering mess. Her mouth opened and closed, and sounds that Jaune couldn't quite piece together as words escaped. "I... wha-... why..." Her gaze shifted from herself to him and back, realization settling in. A moment later, she squealed and darted off in a flurry of rose petals through the bushes and foliage into the woods nearby. Jaune found himself hurriedly turning back towards her, hoping to catch sight of her panty-clad behind. He wasn't so lucky. A sigh escaped him. "Dang it, Nora... I told you so..." He mumbled. Yang's going to kill me if she hears about this... And, yet, despite that, he couldn't help but think it was worth it.