Hope you enjoy. I keep waffling on where I'd like to go on this. Work is kicking my butt and I hope you keep with me!! Take care!
I slowly drift to consciousness. I'm so warm and relaxed. I'm not a morning person so I don't really want to wake up. I absently try to place why I'm awake without fully waking up nor even moving. I feel like I haven't slept this well in so long, no nightmares, no cramps or pain. Just blessed sleep. I distractedly push a pillow in between my legs because I hate it when my knees hit each other, maybe that's it?
Oh well, I sigh and snuggle into the warmth and peace. As I drift back to sleep I sigh, almost groaning. Then I feel a hand squeeze my...breast? I quickly register a body behind me get closer, pulling me back and hear a "Shhhhh". I register a soft kiss on the back of my neck.
My eyes abruptly snap open while conversely my whole body freezes. My eyes dart around, trying to get my bearings. The past 24 hours come back to me in a crazy rush making me realize I'm in Keith's bed with his arm solidly around me and his hand is under my shirt. He's holding me tight and that's definitely the main source of warmth. My mind is frantically registering how nicely his body feels pressed to the back of mine. I'm completely undone. Shit! Does he even realize it's me he is hugging and holding?
Since I didn't expect to be staying the night on this planet, I didn't have any pajamas so I'm sleeping in one of Keith's shirts and well, my underwear. I had originally dressed for covert ops and it definitely wasn't something that was comfortable to sleep in. But now, I can feel his legs behind mine, his steady heartbeat behind me and breath in my hair. I think I'm even using his arm as a pillow of sorts. How? Okay let's think.
I remain frozen while trying to piece things together. Keith dragged me in his room demanding that I sleep in his bed and he was going to sleep on the floor of this bedroom. Of course I disagreed vehemently, I wasn't going kick him out of his own bed. He got pissy saying it wasn't his bed, it was a fancy cell. At an impasse, his mom yelled to sleep because we needed our energy for tomorrow. So we compromised and we agreed to share the bed. I was supposed to be under the covers because I am always cold with Keith opting for the top. I mean, honestly, it's not like we haven't slept in a confined space together. This was just different because we were in a bed versus ship or floor.
I had to have fallen asleep on my back, under the covers, while trying to come up with a plan for this eventual fight. But now, Keith is definitely under the covers and my heart rate is far too fast. But I don't want to move because, slow exhale, I really like how this feels. I haven't slept this good in ages. No nightmares, no insomnia, no working at a table until I eventually just pass out. Just rest, warmth and safety.
I feel myself drifting off again, my eyes fluttering close and then BANG! My eyes snap open and I yelp! Keith moves fast, somehow ending up between me and the door, battle ready, eyes focused forward. Standing in his boxers. Shirtless. With his fists up and hair a mess. God he is hot!
Then finally my mind jumps to the doorway, where basically Lance and Hunk are staring at the two of us mouths open. I look down realizing I'm kneeling on the bed, in a T-shirt, so I yank the blanket up while conversely Keith relaxes, abruptly sitting on the edge of the bed in front of me.
"What?" he barks. I blink at his tone. Why does he sound so mad?
Lance and Hunk both looked shocked, when Hunk tentatively asks, "So, this engagement was," is he mouthing the word 'FAKE' to me? "Or was I left off a group text?"
I, don't understand. I'm not at my best first thing in the morning, so I can only get out a garbled "Huh?"
Lance coughs, "Well, um, you guys ARE in bed together! And Pidge," he waves an arm, "you aren't exactly dressed!!"
