Fourteen Days (5 Days Left)

Day 12 (Movie Night)

(Keith)

The movie list was short, but one immediately caught my eye on the screen. I pointed to it, and Lance looked at me with a grin.
"Really? Indiana Jones?" I shrugged. 
"You did say you liked Harrison Ford, unless...you'd prefer the one where he's old?" I wiggled my eyebrows.
Lance rolled his eyes, and laughed, the held up his hands.
"Okay, Indiana Jones it is."

We both sat on the couch, a healthy distance apart, reluctantly. But we still shared a blanket, that way no one would see us holding hands beneath it.

One by one everyone walked in. Coran came in, and he raised an eyebrow at the furniture that had been moved.
"Uh...why are there two couches facing a blank wall?" He asked. That's when Pidge  dropped down from the ceiling, where she was attaching the projector above us.
"That's what the projector projects onto." She said smiling.

Coran nodded. "Projector...that projects. Like a holo projector?" Lance tried to hold in a laugh, and it instead came out as a spray of spit, that thankfully didn't hit me. Pidge glared at him. "No! It is very different!"
Coran waved a hand. "Tell me later." Then he sat down on the other couch.

Shiro came in a minute later wearing odd looking tight pants, and a tight black tank top. He was panting. "Hey, sorry I was uh..in the gym." Pidge laughed for some reason.
Shiro looked at her, then back at me.
"Movie time?" He asked. I nodded.

Shiro walked over, and sat on the other end of the couch that Lance and I were on. When I looked over, I realized Alura had somehow slipped in, and was now sitting next to Coran on the other couch.
"So....why are we looking at a blank wall?"
She asked. Pidge stood Infront of everyone, and addressed her.
"It won't be blank for long. The projector projects the movie onto the wall."

"Oh!" She said excitedly. "Like a holo pro-"
"Not like a holo projector!" Pidge said cutting her off, then she sighed. "okay...fine it's a little bit like a holo projector, but the technology is different. A hollow projector makes images by-" "Ahem." I said, stopping Pidge.

"Oh fine." She said. She walked over to the door, and closed it, then dimmed the lights, and turned on the projector. She sat on the couch with Coran and Alura, and I sat with Lance on my left, and Shiro on my right.
Lance let his hand crawl under the blanket towards mine. I looked around, confirmed we were safe, and grabbed it.

As a scene where Jones was in a bar played out, talking with a woman, Lance carefully pulled his hand away, and began walking it up my arm. I didn't stop him, then Lance's hand reached my shoulder, and it began walking down my side, tickling me slightly.  I was glad the room was dark, or my cheeks would betray me with their red tint.
Lance's fingers continued to walk down to my leg until reaching my thigh. I saw his arm was stretched as far as it could reach, and winked at him teasingly.

I quickly regretted it, as he took it as a challenge, and slid a little closer to me, beginning to walk his hand inward. I slapped it, and Shiro looked over at the noise. We both looked back at the movie, and after a moment, Shiro looked away. I gave a sideways glance to Lance, and he smiled coyly.

It was maybe only 10 minutes later when Lance had regained enough courage to try again. Slowly walking his hand back towards me. This time I caught I halfway, and held it still. Undeterred, he instead moved his foot, which was barely covered by our blanket, over to mine, rubbing my leg.

Again I looked around, and again no one was watching. I tried to hide my smile, especially from Lance, lest I encourage him.
He didn't seem to need encouragement however, as he continued for the next 10 minutes, until finally I pulled my hand from his, and rested it on his inner thigh. He immediately pulled his leg back, and straightened up.