Partners In Crime||Klance||Voltron Criminal AU

Criminal

It was a chilly October day, me, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge were just hanging out at the park near the college me and Lance attended. It was Thursday afternoon, 16:12 (4:12 pm). Me and Lance had just finished our classes for the day, Pidge and Hunk decided to stop by Altea University, the college me and Lance attend, around 13:00(1:00 pm) and we decided to go to the park. To some it would look like four friends hanging out, enjoying the October weather, but if people knew who we were...knew what we did...they would be scared. Of course, some people were intimated by our outfits and glares we gave them, so they didn't come close to us. But others were less.....intelligent, to put it nicely. They didn't care what we looked like or that we were death glaring at them with glares that would send them to hell, they walked right up to us and tried to talk to us—only to be met with the four of us pulling out knives, threatening them, or other various ways of scarring someone off. That seemed to do the trick...for the most part. There was one guy it didn't work with though. I believe he said his name was Karen? No uh..Coren? No...Corn? No, not that... Uh...what was his name? Oh! Right! Coran. That was his name, Coran! Nothing worked with scaring him off. He walked over to us, sat down, and started talking. So here me and my friends are, scouting for new recruits or for a job we can do as a team, while ignoring this really annoying guy that wont leave us the hell alone. 'Will this guy ever SHUT THE FUCK UP?!' I thought to myself. I heard Lance's phone ring and turned to look at him, as did Pidge, Hunk, and, sadly he was still there, Coran. "Lance get your damn phone" I groaned out. Lance noticed my irritation and quickly pulled out his IPhone 5 which was rose gold but had a blue case on it, for two reasons. One being blue is his favorite color, the other being, you guessed it, blue is Lance's color. He said he prefers to have a blue case on all his personal electronics because "he doesn't want one of us criminals to steal his precious Apples" which is pretty stupid because he's literally the ONLY ONE that cares about Apple. Lance answered his phone and glares at Coran "¿hola?" Me, Pidge, and Hunk sighed knowing that it must be someone from Lance's family because that's the only time he speaks in Spanish.

∆time skip, a month later∆

It's been a month since we met that Coran guy, he eventually found out we were part of Voltron and he joined up. We learned a lot about him. Such as he's a god awful chef, he's annoying as hell, he has a good heart, and he's a good mechanic.

Me and Lance were in our dorm recording a video for YouTube. We were sitting on Lance's bed, facing each other, while Lance did my makeup. We were actually having a nice conversation, when it happened. Lance accidentally got to close. And that's how we got in the current situation. Lance was on all fours and i was pinned under him. We were peering into each others eyes and from what i could tell, we were both blushing a lot. It was like we were in a trance, we both leaned forward at the same time, our faces were so close i could smell his wintergreen toothpaste breath which had a hint of mint from his mouthwash. I tilted my head to the left as he tilted his to the right and leaned in closer, my lips brushed against his and it sent sparks across my skin and butterflies to my stomach, we were just about to lock lips when all of a sudden....

*SLAM*