Lucky Petals (RWBY Qrow Dad Theory)

Gold *Lemons Are in Season*

WARNING THIS CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT KIND OF THING, THEN DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER. YOU WON'T MISS THE STORY, BUT THIS EXPLAINS AN 'INTIMATE' RELATIONSHIP.... you've been warned by Author-Chan...

Running. And running. Just keep running...

Nobody will find you or think to look for you. It's not time yet.

Will he return? He just left but I'm lonely again. Roman-

"AAH!"

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

Would they listen to me? Vale police on my tail. Where's Roman?

I turned around and ran behind a wall to distract them. Disguise. Yeah that's good. They won't see me right?

When they approached me, I simply shook my head and twirled my now black hair around my finger. My green eyes studying them. The police shrugged and continued running for the vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate colored girl.

I'm safe again. Good. I have to find Roman now.

I've had many dreams of him. Of him sweeping me off my feet and dancing with me. He'd carry me around like I was his precious bride as he spoke quietly to me. His voice was a soothing whisper. His cool breath fanning my face softly. Blushing ever so slightly. His lips curved in a small smile. His green eyes gazing into mine. It made me think: could we ever end up together? For real and not a fantasy?

These moments with him. These feelings for him. I wish they were real. I wish he knew how I felt. How I longed for his gentle touch. His loving protection. But in this world, it's survive and play the cards right. He's really good at surviving.

I'd wait for him at the building. His room was right next to mine, but sometimes, I'd look through the holes in the wall just to see him. I had an illusion covering for me in my bed as I'd peek. His back had numerous scars and scratches on him. I wanted to be like, 'Do you need help my love?' but of course I'm too afraid.

One day I mustered up enough courage to say something to him. I held my thumbs in my hands; rubbing them back and forth with my anxiety. I bit my lip and walked up to him. He was currently removing his coat and hat as he sat in a roughed white button-up shirt and scuffed up pants. He had a sorrowful grimace on his face as he looked at me. Looked at me for an answer as to why I disrupted his silence.

I closed my eyes and held up my latest sign.

"R-Roman, don't be m-mad or anything, but I-I just wanted to ask you if, um, I could stay here for the n-night?"

His face had a shocked expression as he looked over to the wall pondering. He looked back at me with a displeased smirk. He noticed my sweat and my blush increasing and teased me for it. Not my fault I fell in love. He's just so, so... So damn handsome!

He extended his arms and I walked closer. I sat before him in an over-sized shirt and black shorts looking up. He moved and now sat against the concrete wall this time, staring off into space. We only had a lantern illuminating the factory building, so only expressions and movements could be seen tonight. The central electricity had long gone out, and the color from the walls faded along with it.

"It's strange huh,"

My next sign was tossed out. "How come?"

He pursed his lips and looked over to me.

"You're in love with me aren't you Neo?"

It was out. He figured out my heart's puzzle. I chuckled slightly to hide my embarrassment from my beloved as he moved closer. My heart sped up so fast I couldn't look straight. This is real? No, I must be dreaming. I have to be dreaming! Roman did not just kiss me! I'm positive of it.

But alas, I pinched myself and rubbed my eyes. Same vision. Did he feel the same? He did it again.

"We shouldn't be doing this,"

He ignored me, clearly hearing my warning as he went farther. The clothes came off. The atmosphere heated up forming a cloud of lust upon our heads. He indulged farther as he pounced upon me like a cat. I breathed heavily as he kissed farther. I never expected this sort of behavior from my lover like this. He had an instinct to do as he pleased. And I followed along.

He swiped my neck and shoulders as he touched my back and kissed along my tingly spine. I shivered before he wrapped his arms around me from behind and pulled me into his embrace. His face was hot and his hair was messy as he glued himself to my back.

I let out an inaudible reply to his burst of pleasure as he moved my hair and went in for the kill. I screamed and there was no sound to it as well. I was just too indulged to force out a answer. 

My dry lips wanted to say something, but being mute made me hold it in. He pushed me over onto my back and forced himself onto my sweaty body. I didn't stop him. I let him consume my overheated body and nip my flesh. He could do whatever he pleased. As long as it made him like me even more.

Before we knew it, I felt the overwhelming sensation young women talk about. The release of high euphoria and magic with a man. The loss of something precious, but the gain of something even better than that. I turned over onto the pillow and muffled into it. My sweat plastered my hair to my sticky body as he moved forward into a sickeningly fast lunge.

My eyes rolled back and I fell upon the mattress and blankets on the floor of his room. He moved forward again making me pant. Thank the gods he did because I was dying from the sudden loss of speed.

After what seemed like eons, his speed increased so much I thought I might die. He prepared himself for a sudden final and powerful thrust as the world spun and made me lose consciousness in and out again.

When he finished, I felt the burst. The burst...

I clenched my teeth and inhaled sharply upon feeling this intimate and extreme sensation. My body twitched and became more sensitive as the burst drove me to the edge. When we finally were done, he laid down on his side in the blanket and fell asleep. I had trouble breathing that whole night as I laid with him. What started as a sign of mutual feelings eloped faster into a whole intimacy.

I fell down with him side by side, and laid in the bed thinking about what we'd just done. I gently poked his muscular shoulder blade and he turned around. His piercing green eyes locked into my lustful soul.

Our wet, red faces stared at each other before I lightly kissed his nose and caressed his strong jawline. My fingers danced across his collarbones and smoothed the skin under his iron chin. He smirked accordingly and and looked down at me with that mischievous grin adorning his pink punctual lips.

He kissed my forehead before burying his face into my chest and falling asleep; his hot warmth acting like a human pillow.

"Good night Roman,"