Kidge summer event 2023

Day 13: Morning

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When Pidge woke up, she felt the sensation of wet lips on hers and soft, warm hands moving up and down and touching her bare back. She opened her eyes, seeing Keith moving away from her slowly as if, by kissing her, he had undone a sleeping spell like in the fairy tales she used to read and admire as a child.

"You know, I can't stop kissing you...": he smiles, approaching her once again and leaning his head on her collarbone, smelling her good perfume.

"Didn't you have a meeting with the Blades today?" She yawned, seeing the light filter through the shabby white curtains of Keith's desert cabin, seeing that there was indeed a lot of light. To judge it must have been more or less half past nine.

"The Blades can wait, you're more important...": he chuckled, circling a hickey he'd left the night before slightly under her neck with his finger. Pidge blushed furiously, rolling her eyes and letting him continue. She had always found his touch comforting and beautiful; each time it left a slight rush of adrenaline that rippled through her body. It calmed her down and made her feel safe, always.

But, unfortunately for her, Keith had decided to play the same cruel game as her.

"Didn't you have a meeting at the Garrison today?" His malicious smile widened as she let out a snort.

"You wouldn't let me go anyway...": she smiled, putting a hand through his thick black hair and slowly massaging it.

"Why not? You've been nagging me for three days about how important this meeting is...": he exhales, still holding her tight and close to his body.

"You're right, but I'm not the one nailing someone to the bed": she smiled, playing on irony and continuing to stroke Keith's beautiful thick hair.

"I never liked that new lab technician working with you...": he growled, moving a little further above her, resting his head slightly higher than her chest and making sure not to crush her, while the rusty springs of the old bed squeaked from moving.

Pidge rolled her eyes. Sure, she obviously expected Keith to get jealous with the start of a relationship, but now she was slightly concerned that she might start filtering messages for him.

"Do you have any idea how I caught him looking at you from behind yesterday?" he growled again, wrapping his strong, muscular arms around her waist.

"That's why you were so possessive...": she smiled, remembering all the events of the night before her, moving her back a bit to prepare breakfast or at least have the decency to get up and dress.

"No, stay here..." Keith ordered, with a sleepy moan from her, always keeping her close to him, as if he never wanted to let her go. Of course, he would have gotten a good scolding from Kolivan and his mother for not having attended that meeting of the Blades, unleashing the useless freaks of Ezor and Zethrid that would have driven him insane for all the missions until the end of time, but for one good reason. And it was worth it.

"At least let me prepare a breakfast that isn't expired dry biscuits!": she grumbled, even if, despite everything, being close to him was comforting and extremely relaxing.

"Come on, five more minutes...": he protested, filling her neck with languid kisses and placing his hands on her hips: "Do you have any idea how much I missed you after this last mission? I just want to take advantage of every moment..."

"Ugh... you're still mad about Robin, aren't you?" She rolled her eyes, continuing to massage his hair. God, she would die for that hair of his: "You don't have to worry, I've told him many times that I'm already busy..."

"I know, but I don't think he understood very much...": he continued, without letting go of her beautiful neck and leaving a hickey that could be seen quite easily: "You are mine and only mine, how can we make others understand?"

"You know, I'm quite concerned about this. I'm afraid I won't be able to go around without you anymore...": she giggled, pulling him in for a quick sweet kiss.

"None of that...": Keith looked into her eyes, kissing her again.