Dog Days // Sheith

Chapter 6

They didn't get an answer the following morning. Instead Iverson wanted to meet the other members of the Blades of Marmora to discuss the details further and to size them up, Keith imagined. It wasn't a hard no; no one was being detained. There was still a chance they would get to do this.

Keith stood out in the square, watching the main gate roll open with his arms folded tensely over his chest. He was drawing attention from the cadets milling around who stared at him and then whispered to one another before they were hurried along by tutors and staff who knew they weren't meant to be there. Keith ground his teeth, watching the transport roll into the square carrying Thace, Ulaz, Kolivan and Antok. He wondered if their hideout had been exposed to the Garrison now, which made him nervous for if things went south. He felt an underpinning distrust in the Garrison, at the back of his mind he was waiting for the rug to be pulled out from underfoot. Again.

The transport came to a stop near the main door, two Garrison guards jumping down from the cab to open up the back of the truck and let the Galra out. The square had been cleared out by now, it was just Keith left standing there. The Galra seemed relaxed, and they weren't shackled and they didn't have blasters trained on them, though the guards were armed. As they approached the door, Thace reached out to rest his hand atop Keith's hand in a display of affection he hadn't expected, but wasn't against. It was better than getting a migraine from him trying to psychically calm him. Keith smiled slightly and nodded, and fell into step behind them all. He didn't go up to Iverson's office with them, instead stepping off the elevator at the dorm levels.

Shiro was fresh out of the shower when Keith entered their room. Shiro smiled at him, rubbing his hair dry with a towel which left it standing on end. Keith laughed a little, dropping down onto the bed.

"Everything went well?" Shiro dropped the damp towel over Keith's head, and Keith didn't move it, listening to the sound of the closet sliding open and Shiro finding what he wanted to wear.

"Yeah, they're with Iverson now. They cleared the square before they arrived, so no one saw anything." When Shiro lifted the towel off of his face, he was dressed and had run his fingers through his hair so it was a little tamer. The towel got dropped to the floor and Shiro climbed on the bed, leaning over Keith and looking down at him thoughtfully. Keith traced Shiro's jaw with a fingertip, sighing as he dropped his hand. "It's just a waiting game now."

"You're chomping at the bit, huh?" Shiro murmured, lowering himself down onto his elbow, cheek in his palm. "Things like this often take a lot of preparation. Better get used to waiting around."

Keith groaned from the back of his throat but nodded, knowing Shiro was right. After all, he actually had experience in this area. He'd gone out on missions. He'd fought this fight. Up until recently, Keith had been trying to walk away from it. Things had only changed because it turned out he had a foot on either side of the line. He must have been making a face, because Shiro made an effort to kiss it away. He was successful.

"What'd you do to kill time?" Keith murmured against Shiro's jaw.

"Well," Shiro shrugged, "Mostly I just trained. Worked out."

Keith hummed, turning onto his back and swinging one leg off of the bed. "The training deck is probably in use. Classes and stuff."

"Yeah, probably." Shiro agreed, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. Keith smirked at him, admiring his handsome face colored mischief before he climbed off the bed, getting up to activate the lock on the door. Shiro was waiting for Keith to climb into his lap, sat up on the bed with his feet on the floor. Keith could take a hint, resting his knees on either side of Shiro's hips. "We could spar."