Rose Garden (Ruby X Oscar): Keeping Count
Note: Established relationship. Rated S for Steamy. Read at own risk.
At first glance one would assume Oscar Pine had no more than eight or nine freckles upon his face. But at a closer glance, one would notice that he had a multitude of smaller freckles aside from his bigger, prominent ones. Tiny flecks that faded into the depths of his tan pores. Ruby had on occasion glanced at the small sea of spots upon his cheeks, wondering and contemplating just how many of those tiny specks he possessed. Well today would be that day.
Oscar sat on the couch, flipping through the pages of a book he had slipped off the shelf and into his lap. The tiny bent glasses that once belonged to Beacon’s headmaster sat on the bridge of his nose, slipping down the slightest bit only to be pushed up again by Oscars index finger.
“In one fell swoop the artifact was clutched in Stone’s grasp, as he slid the jar on the pedestal. There was a moment of silence, leading the adventurer to assume the traps had not been set off yet until- “
The words on the page were suddenly lost as Oscar felt the weight of the couch cushions shift, and Ruby sat next to him. She looked up at him with a small smile, as the boy gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder, returning to his book.
“The ground shook as a large boulder emerged from the wall, staring down Stone and beginning its slow roll. Stone tipped his cap, turning on his heel and bolted down the hallway as it crumbled around hi- “
Another unexpected shift caused Oscar to lose his place as the ebony haired girl sat herself in his lap, facing him in a straddle. Ruby leaned against him, trapping the book between their stomachs momentarily before falling to the floor, and rested her forehead against his.
“Well hello there.” Oscar greeted, humored by Ruby’s sudden but not completely unwelcomed action. Pale fingers grabbed at the rim of Oscars glasses and set them aside, slowly lifting to glide over his cheek.
“One… two… three…four…five…”
“What are you doing?” Oscar asked, holding back a chuckle.
Ruby’s tracing finger pressed against Oscars lips, eyes unwavering from the flecks on his face.
“Counting.” She simply replied. The farm boy smiled, slowly picking up on her hints and letting her do what she willed. Her index finger pressed gently along his cheek as she mouthed the numbers she counted off in her head. Her gaze never met his, but that certainly didn’t stop Oscar from getting lost in her fixated gaze. After all, her silver eyes, while deadly were two of the most beautiful orbs he had ever gazed upon.
For a short moment, he found himself giving thanks for moments like this, moments that allowed such a calm closeness.
Suddenly Oscar was pulled from his trance as he felt the warmth of Ruby’s breath on his cheek bone. The numbers she had counted off in her head before now escaping her lips in barely audible breaths.
“Ssssssshhhhhhhh. Don’t make me lose count.”
Oscar chuckled, causing Ruby to squint just the slightest bit as she kept her eyes on a fleck at the center of his cheek. He smiled, a sudden thought creeping into his head.
“Soooooo how many have you counted so far?” He asked, quickly pecking her nose.
“23.” She replied, silver eyes meeting his for a split second before returning to the crease between his nose and cheek.
“Mhmm.” He nuzzled her nose with his. “Have you made it past my noes yet?” His lips pressed against her forehead. Rather than a response to his inquiry, Ruby simply continued to count off, voice slightly raised in an attempt to get a point across.
“26, 27, 28, 29…” Oscar pecked her left cheek, quickly moving to her right when she showed no response. “30, 31, 32, 33,…”
“That many huh?” He kissed both her temples, causing an audible protest from the girl in his lap. She attempted to swivel from her mount, until the boy’s hands rested firmly on her waste, trapping her. “How many do I have now?”
“34!” She retorted, unable to keep her half laugh behind her teeth. “Now knock it off while I finish counting.”
“Knock what off?” He mocked before pecking her on the lips. “I don’t know” the cheek, “what you’re” the other cheek, “talking” the chin, “about” below the chin. As Ruby struggled to keep her line of slight straight, Oscar relished as he began trailing more small kisses down her neck. The girl in his lap squirmed and giggled as she tried with every fiber of her being to keep counting.
“39… 40… 41, 42- hey!” A bit of breath was sucked out of her as Ruby felt Oscar nip at her collar bone after fiddling with the fastenings on her hood, making it fall to the ground showing her exposed neck.
“How many do I have now?” Oscar whispered into neck while nuzzling it.
“How many?” His grip on her tightened, pulling her closer allowing him to caress her jawline with his lips.
“44! 45! 46! 47- AH!” Ruby suddenly felt her body being torn down, bouncing against the couch cushion as Oscar trapped her under his hold, kissing her much more feverishly.
“Didn’t quiet catch that?” his voice was thick with mischief, and an almost uncharacteristic huskiness that Ruby couldn’t help but be slightly enthralled by. Until she felt the hands at her waist brush and dance at her sides, causing her to erupt into howling laughter.
“Wanna repeat that for me?” Oscar snickered as he tickled Ruby mercilessly. Squirming under him she fought to find the numbers she had in her head but a moment prior, but lost them somewhere in the bubbling laughter and flurry of smooches.
“HAHAHAHAHAH- I-I- I DON’T KNOWHAHAHAH! I DON’T KNOW! PLEASE! NO MORAHAHAHAHAH!”
That’s all he needed to hear. With a quick kiss on her forehead the feared tickle attack ceased, leaving a breathless and slightly flustered Ruby. Oscar couldn’t help but smile and admire his work, seeing such a beautiful girl in such a blissful state simply because of him, it brought his heart close to bursting. Ruby stared back, feeling a similar emotion.
Oscar lowered himself, cupping his hands on either side of Ruby’s face before kissing her. Her left hand clutched to the fabric of his shirt while the other ran through his soft hair, causing him to sigh contently into her mouth. Despite the feverish tussle from a moment ago, there was a different type of passion behind their kisses now. A much deeper, much more intimate one. Oscar felt Ruby’s tongue slip between lips, moans dribbling out by the corners of their mouths, lost in complete, and total pleasure.
There was a loud knock at the door, and a sudden burst before either of the youths could respond. Stumbling in, filled flask in hand was Qrow, obviously drunk given his wobbly posture. He leaned against the door frame, mouth agape as if he was about to speak, then stopped upon realizing the situation his beloved niece was in. Both teens froze, caught like deer in the headlights, Oscar still very much laying on top of Ruby.
“Don’t… worry.” Qrow slurred, reaching behind his back fumbling for his sword. “I’ll be sure to shoot you first… before gutting you.”
Ruby looked up to Oscar with a look of pure horror. His hazel eyes darting between Ruby and Qrow.
He whispered a quick “Let’s finish this later” before pushing himself off the couch and daringly leaping out the window. Qrow followed in pursuit but ended up running into the wall next to the window instead before taking the long way around back down the hallway.
63. He had 63 freckles.
Me writing this. Like if you like, but reblogg if you want a sequel.