KLANCE!!! one-shots

Heat

(As most of you can guess this will be smut, language)

Lance's POV

Clingy. Yeah, that's about right. Keith's been clingy to everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything. As we speak, Keith is currently hugging one of the pillows from the couches. We're at dinner! Why do you have a pillow?!

Allura had told us that the Galra were in their heat season, but told not to worry to much since Keith his a hybrid and probably wouldn't have one. The only one who doesn't know about it is Keith, so maybe Keith's heat is different from the other Galra.

Yesterday, Keith refused to let go of the spoon he ate with at breakfast and his face has been pink for a couple hours now. But when a Galra is in heat, they seem to be more... I don't know. They just seem to be more like a... slut? I guess?

Dinner was finished and we were all heading to our rooms. I was a few steps behind Keith. He turned and looked at me and his face went to a brighter pink. He slightly smiled and turned back around to enter his room, squeezing the couch pillow.

The door slid shut and I cocked my head to the side. I went up to the door and knocked.

"Keith? Buddy, is everything alright?" I asked.

I pressed my ear to the door and heard some shuffling in the room. I knocked and called again before I heard the shower turn on. I sighed and walked to my own room and got ready for bed. I slipped into a white T-shirt and sweat pants and called it good. You know the day was long and rough when I, Lance McClain, skip his face routine.

I laid down and looked at my ceiling. I was exhausted but something wouldn't let me sleep. Ten minutes went by and I didn't get anywhere. I rubbed my eyes and turned on my side facing my room.

Something told me that I should stay awake and I don't know what. Rolling to face the wall then back to the center of the room got boring after a while so I looked to the ceiling again.

"Why. The. Fuck. Am. I. Still. Up.?" I told myself.

A knock on my door rung in the room and I sat up. It was probably Hunk with a weird dream. I swung my legs over the bed and trudged over to the door. I opened it and saw Keith standing with the couch pillow in his hands.

His face was buried in the pillow and his hair was a mess.

"Is... everything ok, Keith?" I asked, trying to look at his face.

His head lifted a little and he said, "I can't sleep, so can I sleep in here?"

His voice was low and quiet and with his head lifted a bit, I could see his beat red face. I smiled and move to the side to let him in. He quickly went inside and walked towards the bed. It was my turn to blush now.

Keith was wearing a black baggy sweatshirt with black booty shorts barely poking out the bottom. I watched him climb into my bed towards the wall and sink into the blankets. He turned towards the wall and hugged the pillow close to him.

I kept looking at him and didn't want to look away. I've always thought that Keith was cute, but I didn't know that he was adorable. Soon after, Keith turned towards me and looked at me. He had a smirk on his face and asked, "Are you coming into bed or what?"

I blinked a couple times before shutting the door and walking to the bed. Keith had turned back around and I climbed in. I faced him and just stared. That's sounds creepy, I know, but he was just there. Right there in front of me.

I don't know why I did it, but I wrapped my arm around Keith's waist and pulled him closer. I felt him tense up but I kept my arm there. He never relaxed so I buried my face into the nape of his neck. I lightly kissed his neck and brought my arm tighter around him.