Nebula - Klance

Chapter 5

The day long anticipated finally came. It was a beautiful February afternoon. The sun was shining, the wind kept clouds away, and love was wafting through the air; truly it was the perfect day for a wedding.

Our favorite latino checked himself out in the mirror. He brushed his hair back with water and some gel. His fingers ran through the strands pushing them down. His curls flattened out under the water and gel, occasional rebels sticking out behind his ears or near his nape. Lance dried his hands and tugged on his blue bow tie, making sure it was centered perfectly. He tucked his white shirt into his light gray trousers once more and strut out the bathroom. He picked up his cloud-grey blazer which was carefully wrapped in a plastic dry-cleaning bag, took it out of its protection, and slid it over his shoulders. He turned over to his boyfriend who was standing in front of the body length mirror in the corner of the room.

"Okay, do I look good?" Lance spoke out in concern. He walked up to Keith and peeked over his shoulder. The shorter man looked at Lance through the mirror then took a step to the side, letting his lover's figure appear in the glass.

"Handsome as always babe," he huffed out in a soft tone, looking over at his boyfriend with adoring eyes. He turned around to face Lance in his tailored suit, admiring the sight.

The brunet smiled as he contemplated Keith's attire as well. He wore a matching light grey suit with a red bow tie around his neck. His hair was tied up into a low and short ponytail, not much hair sticking out from the rubber band. His fringe fell on the right side of his forehead although the strands on his left side were pinned down. He also had some gel to help the hair stay put. His hairstyle was between groomed and wild—classy enough for the ceremony but tousled enough to remind his personality—the perfect hairstyle for Keith Kogane.

Lance brushed the non-existent dust of Keith's shoulders, laying his hands on them afterwards. He stared into his lover's eyes as the latter smiled tenderly. Keith readjusted Lance's bow before standing on his toes and pecking the brunet's nose. The Latino placed his hands on his boyfriend's hips, edging him closer. They were pressed against against each other, and, for a moment, they left the Earth. Gazing into one another's eyes led to a journey through the stars. Their foreheads were connected, creating a single world between both men, a single thought, a single emotion, a single bond. Keith breathed out in content, smiling as his eyes closed pleasantly, allowing him to join the dance of the stars around them. He rubbed his nose against his compagnon's with a smile. Their hands were dotingly clasped on each other, either around the neck or on the hips. They soared through galaxies in unison just by looking into the other's soul which reflected their own.

Just as their bodies were getting even closer, as their journey reached its peak, they were called back to their home planet, robbed of the dotted canvas which had become their haven. The old-fashioned clock on the wall began ringing reminding both men of the time. A quarter past three. The ceremony would begin near half past four.

"Let's check upon the groom," whispered Lance although he very much loved where he was at the moment.

"Mhm," hummed his soulmate. He leaned up to briefly connect his lips to his lover's, sealing the kiss they were deprived of seconds ago. The contact was achingly brief, but it was enough to exchange the intense feelings between the two individuals. Keith pulled back and flashed his soulmate a small grin. He picked up the small rose bud from the dresser and clipped it to Lance's chest pocket. The brunet did the same with the Himalayan blue poppy which was set beside the red flower and gently stuck it into Keith's pocket.

"Let's go," he said.

They intertwined their hands and stepped out of the room. At the end of the hall was their destination: a door with a lot of clamor coming from behind it. Lance wanted to knock, but Keith just barged in. Their hands separated as they entered the chaotic room. Keith walked up to a stressing and pacing Shiro.