Hey babe

Confession

Pidge nagged me about my feelings for a week at most. They wanted me to tell Lance how I felt, and each time, I refused. Over and over, again and again, every hour on the hour, even in the middle of the night. It was starting to take a toll on me mentally, and physically. They would wake me up in the middle of the night and tell me to do something dumb, like go to his room and clinb into his bed, or just kiss him one day. But if I was going to confess, I was doing this my way.

One morning while I was training after breakfast, I looked to the side to see Lance watching me again. Lately, this hasbecome a bit of a habit of his. Sometimes he would even join for some sparring, with me usually winning. It was time to make my move. I supressed my blush and nerves and went for it. "Hey babe! Wanna spar?" He looked suprised, while I pretended not to notice the nickname I just called him by. "Babe?"

"Who are you and what did you do with Keith?" He yelled, and grabbed his bayard.

"I don't know what you mean. Stop acting like an idiot."

"There you are babe. Yeah, we can spar. But I have a question."

"Yeah?"

"Why did you just call me babe?"

"Beat me in this spar, and I might just tell you." I said, smirking a little.

"Deal. Lets do this babe!" He yelled, getting into stance. "Hand to hand?"

"Yeah, this time. So if you win, you get the answer to the name, and if I win, I get to ask you a question as well." He nodded, and with that, we stood away for a bit, each waiting on the other to strike first. Eventually I gave, and ran to him. He jumped to the side, and punched me in the side of the face. I stumbled to the side, and go ready to strike again. I swung my fist, and he tried to block, but was a bit too late. He got hit inder the chin. making him fall on his butt.

He swung his legs under him to take me out. I failed to notice until it was too late and I fell flat on my back, and he got up and straddled me. He aimed a punch, which I caught, and I flipped us over so I was now on top. I swing, landing cleanly with his cheek as hhe struggeled to defend and attack back. I felt him glrab my hair, and pull me down, and all of a sudden his lips collided with mine in a kiss. It felt passionate, and I felt butterflies. I melted, and he flipped us over again, his tounge prodding my lips, and I let him in, as he rubbed a spot that made mme moan a bit. He got off and put his hand around my neck. "Do you surrender?" I nod. he let go of my neck. "Now about that nickname.." He said as I got up.

"Well, you call me babe all the time. So I figured I'd return the favor." He went red.

"Wait, I do?" I nod. He cursed under his breath before speaking again. "Is this why people are finding things so amusing?"

"Yeah.. Wait, did you seriously not realize you were calling me babe this entire time?"

"No!"

"Deadass?"

"Deadass." I laughed, and looked at him. He pulled me in for another kiss, this one much gentler and sweet.

"Hey, can I call you babe still?"

"If you'll go out with me, yes." He laughed a little.

"Wow, never thought you'd be the one asking me out."

"Well?"

"Yes, I'll gladly go out with you Keith."

We heard a squeal and looked to see pidge in the hall looking in. They ran off screaming yelling, "Hunk! Hunk! It happened!" and with that we got off the ground and gave chace.

Things are going to be crazier from now on. But, I think they'll also be better as well. I can't quote put my finger on it. But I know things are going to be different now. And different for the better.