Ocean Boy: A Lance x Reader Love Story

Chapter 11

His lips are soft and taste like cool, fresh mint. His warm and caring hands cup your face as his mouth moves against yours. You let out a soft mewl, letting Lance push you gently toward the wall. Your back hits it and one of his hands snakes around your waist, pulling you into him.

Your head whirls, heart pounds. Slowly, Lance pulls back, both of you breathing hard but softly. He rests his forehead on yours, his eyes gazing into your (E/C) ones.

"Wow," He murmurs.

"You're a really good kisser." You breathe, unable to say anything else.

Lance smiles, amused. "Thank you. You are too."

You flush an even deeper pink than you already are. "Thanks," You mumble.

Lance chuckles lightly, a sound that sends a wonderful chill down your spine, before he kisses you once again. Suddenly he stops. "Wait, I'm the one you like, right?"

"Yes," You smile.

"Okay, good." Lance says, relieved. "It'd be really awkward if it wasn't me, because we just kissed and-"

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his again. "It's you," You whisper. "It's you."

Lance gives you a loving look before he takes you in his arms and holds you tightly to him. Your ear is pressed against his chest, and you can hear his heart beating steadily.

"Lance? (Y/N)?" Pidge's voice calls from down the hall.

You quickly separate as she rounds the corner. You look around, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

Lance clears his throat. "Sorry we're coming."

"Hurry up, or Hunk will eat all the food," Pidge looks between you before grinning.

"I heard that!" Hunk calls from the kitchen.

Pidge laughs before skipping back down the hall. You and Lance catch each other's eyes and you look away, blushing.

You follow after Pidge, trying to still your rapidly beating heart.

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"Dinner is served!" Coran drops a steaming plate of chicken and space peas in front of you.

"Looks delicious, Coran," You swallow as Lance's foot brushes yours under the table.

You shakily reach for your glass of water. You make the mistake of looking up as you do so, and you flush as Lance's gaze meets yours.

With a splash, your cup tips over, your water spilling all over the table and yourself.

"Shit!" You jump and grab a napkin.

Hunk hurries over with a towel.

"Are you okay?" Shiro asks, as you hastily wipe up the water.

"I'm fine." You say nervously.

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The rest of dinner is fairly uneventful, although you and Lance still have trouble looking at each other without blushing wildly. After the dishes are put away, you push back from the table, yawning.

"I think I'm going to go to my room."

"I'll accompany you." Lance says quickly, standing.

You avert your eyes. "Okay. Good night everyone," You wave to the others.

"Night, (Y/N)!" They call cheerfully.

The walk to your room is rather awkward. Your shoulder brushes against Lance's several times, and eventually he takes the opportunity to slip his hand in yours and entwine your fingers. Your heart skips a beat, and you step closer, letting your head rest on his shoulder a little. Lance rests his head on yours slightly, and you discreetly breathe in his soothing scent.

When you reach your door Lance turns to face you, but doesn't let go of your hand.

"So,"

"So," You clear your throat.

"Um," Lance scratches the back of his neck with his freehand.

Suddenly he leans forward and kisses your cheek. "Goodnight, angel." He whispers, pulling back a little.

"Goodnight," You breathe.

The two of you lock eyes and slowly Lance leans in. You tilt your head back a little and close your eyes as his lips gently touch yours. His mouth moves sweetly against yours and he steps closer to wrap an arm around your waist. Your body presses against his as he kisses you and your metal hand reaches up and winds itself in his hair.

You wish you could stay that way forever. In his arms, his mouth on yours, your bodies together in a warm embrace. But before long Lance is pulling back.

"(Y/N)?" Lance murmurs.

"Yes, Lance?" Your voice is soft and breathless.

"I really like you." He blushes.

"I really like you too," You beam.

"Would you-" He stammers. "Would you be my girlfriend if I asked?"

"Yes," You smile kindly.

"Alright," He looks more confident. "Will you be my girlfriend, (Y/N)?"

"Of course," You melt into his arms once more.

He presses a kiss to your forehead before giving your lips another peck.

"Goodnight, mi amor."

"Goodnight," You gaze wistfully as he steps back, his hand slipping from yours.

He blows a kiss, which makes you smile, before he disappears down the hall, whistling "La Cucaracha."

Sighing, you slip into your room and lean your back against your door. Grinning like an idiot, you slide down onto the ground and hug yourself.