Voltron One Shots

Pidgance

" You know I could be doing some very important reading right now instead of freezing all ten of my toes off, right Lance," sighed a very irritated and very cold Pidge as the two continued to walk around the forest. In the freezing cold. Fun. If Lance hadn't insisted she see something, she would be curled up at home by the fire reading and most importantly she would be warm. Yet as she walked around the cold park with the boy she had a crush on for a while now, something inside her felt warm despite it being -20 degrees outside. Something even her analytical mind couldn't wrap its head around. But as the kept walking she soon wondered if that was a shared warmth, a mutual warmth, a warmth of something more than just best friends that playing video games on Friday night together because they couldn't get dates if their lives depended on it. Maybe that warmth was whatever nonsensical thing was keeping Lance from getting hypothermia. Just maybe. Then she remembered why she was here, Lance had wanted to show her something.

As Lance continued to talk to his longtime buddy Pidge he wondered why he felt so hot when it was freezing outside. He also wondered why every time he looked at her giggling red face after he cracked a joke he would feel his heat up too. This wasn't a completely new feeling, however. It had been a more common occurrence these last two weeks when he was around Pidge. Weird, just as he was deep in thought about an explanation for these feelings it hit him. The realization and a snowball to the face from Pidge to get his attention. Actually, scratch that, harder than Pidge's snowball to the face more like, like a ton of bricks, so so so many bricks.

Pidge noticed Lance staring off into space and getting unnaturally quiet. So she made a bold move. She slowly bit surprised the snow under her feet into a ball and when she was sure it was bigger than Lance's brain she chucked it at the tall skinny boy's face. He shrieked. Like a girl. But then as the snow melted off his now bright red face, she couldn't help but notice his lingering stare, his fixated gaze.

"Hey!" Lance called after some time", What was that for!"

" Just wanted you to pay attention to me, you are the one who suggested this walk in the freezing cold anyway-". She had been cut off by and mysterious snowball to the face from none other than Lance. After a bit of an out-of-hand snowball fight, Pidge may-or-may-not have started she heard Lance's cheerful voice calling her to a nearby bench.

" Is this finally what you wanted to show me?" She asked as it had been bothering her what this thing was the whole walk.

    " Oh yeah, that," Lance replied. Actually, there was nothing. Lance just wanted to take a walk with Pidge, but he knew he had to promise something to get her out of the house. He had been so caught up in the events of the walk he had forgotten to find something to show Pidge.

" Well, what is it?" Pidge asked excitedly.

Suddenly that warmth returned to Lance's chest and face. When he realized about half an hour ago he figured out he liked Pidge, like, like liked Pidge it hadn't dawned on him that this could be his solution for dragging Pidge out here. I mean to Lance there wasn't a person in the world who couldn't like Pidge with her pretty brown eyes and cute little freckles and her stubbornness and oh, yea he had it bad. So he got up the confidence in those few seconds of silence and created his game plan: Just say it really really fast. It was also really pestering him that he didn't know if the feeling was mutual and he needed answers. Here goes nothing.

" Well, it was actually something I wanted to tell you, not show you." He replied rubbing the back of his neck.

    " I'm listening," replied Pidge. She was getting anxious, she hoped he wouldn't say something like, " listen to Pidge, I heard you liked me and now we can't be friends" or " Allura and I are going on a date tomorrow". Those would not be happy news.

" Well," he continued " I kinda have a really big crush on you."

It was almost a whisper, but she heard it. Despite the cold, at that moment Pidge felt she had been thrown into the incinerator as her face heated up to 1,000 degrees.

" Really, like for real?" She said still in shock and getting redder by the second

" Like really really." With that Lance pressed a kiss to her check and if she hadn't reached her height of embarrassment yet this was it.

" Now let's go home, it's getting cold," Lance said taking her hand. Even though Pidge didn't like the cold it didn't matter because as she walked home holding Lance's hand she felt warm. A mutual warmth.