Red ~ // Klance

9 - Time to Wake Up

Lance was doing his best to stay warm as he watched over Keith.

Not in a creepy way at all but with Keith's frequent tossing, Lance wanted to make sure he was okay.

Keith's warmth felt incredibly therapeutic in the 20 degree interior of the Lion.

Compared to the metal walls and flooring of where Lance was sitting, Keith had been so soft and inviting.

Lance had to refrain himself from just grabbing Keith and pulling him into his chest. As much warmth as Keith provided, Lance knew that they could both be warmer but he didn't want to make Keith more uncomfortable than he already was.

He knew that pulling Keith into his lap was a risky move but he was glad he did it.

Using each other's heat to keep a more stable tempature certainly made their situation more tolerable.

Even with the cold, Lance was sure he might melt at Keith's actions (figuratively of course).

As Keith slept he'd bury his head into the opening of Lance's green jacket in an attempt to keep his face warm.

At some point Keith ended up draping a free arm of Lance shoulder and started gripping him like a weak koala.

Every time Keith repositioned himself, small bits of his hair would get tangled in the zipper of Lance's jacket.

Lance never imagined he'd see Keith so- uh- child like? That was a way to describe it.

Though he looked like a child cuddling up to Lance, his face wasn't too peaceful.

His brows would furrow and his jaw would clench every so often but it was nothing too serious.

Hesitately, Lance moved his arm from underneath himself and out into the crisp dark air.

Lance carefully slipped his hand into the sleeping boy's hair to untangle it from the zipper.

When the raven stands were no longer knotted, Lance continued playing with Keith's hair.

He didn't have an excuse other than he was bored. Besides, it was soft and fun to mess up.

Lance spent a few quiet minutes trying to braid Keith's hair but it was quiet difficult when Keith kept shrugging himself back into Lance to stay warm.

It wasn't Lance's first time braiding hair, him having two sisters.

Still it was ridiculously hard even when Keith didn't move since he was only using one hand and had about a single match stick's worth of light.

After achieving a loose braid, Lance called quites for the time being. Perhaps Keith would let him do his hair another time when they weren't stuck inside a freezing cold lion?

Probably not.

Lance was still happy to see that Keith felt more relaxed. He wasn't as stiff as before, nor was he turning as much.

He looked fairly calm for once.

Sleepiness was now finding its way to Lance, the cold draining energy out of him faster than he expected.

Shifting a little, Lance got himself comfortable and snuggled up closer to Keith. He didn't worry as much about moving since Keith didn't look like he was gonna wake up any time soon.

Shutting his eyes, Lance finally let himself sleep.

(2 Vargas Later)

Out of the two, Keith was the first to wake up. For a moment he had completely forgotten where he was until he looked down to see Lance sleeping underneath him.

What caught him more off guard was the temperature. The red lion's heating control was back on, making the air feel comfortable again.

Not only that, the lights were back on, shining just as bright as they usually did. Keith no longer had to strain his eyes to look at stuff.

Keith figured he should get off of Lance since it wasn't cold anymore but he didn't want to. If Lance said anything he could just play it off dumb, it wasn't a big deal.

At the very least Keith figured he should wake up Lance, he had no clue how long they were asleep.

"Hey, the lights are back on. Get up." Keith gently shook Lance awake.

Lance groaned, tighting his grip on Keith as he tried to shoo away the groginess in his brain.

"Hi, did you sleep well handsome?" Lance winked sleepily.

Keith's started wishing the lights would shut off again as his ears and cheeks began to flush.

"Really Lance?" Keith scoffed, trying to hide his face.

"What, don't tell me you don't like the new name? Should I stick with calling you Mullet?" Lance smirked

"I have a name you know. And for the record I didn't sleep well either." Keith lied, starting to get annoyed with Lance's cocky attitude.

As Lance was about to argue the red lion's jaw swung open to reveal the paladins as well as a beautiful Galran woman.

"Actually Keith, you were clinging to him like a cub. I didn't know you could look so defenseless. It was rather charming." The tall Galra female chuckled, placing a hand on her hip.

"Mom!?" Keith almost scrame in embarrassment, jumping off of Lance.

"Oh uh hi there, Ms. Krolia" The Cuban boy prepared for a scolding but Krolia just smiled.

"A little late for formalities, don't you think?"

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Almost there! The story is almost complete. I mean I could end it here but I don't want to.

So yeah, I hope this story is to your liking. I'm not great at angst or fluff scenes because I'm always nervous that I'll make the story cringey ;_;

Please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors, I'm still doing this on my phone.

Here is another question to end off the chapter:

What is your favorite color?

(Owo I love matte greens and blues, pale yellow are also really pretty)