klance oneshots

December

—klance oneshots

tw: none, if you consider minor making out and fluff.

The last oneshot fucked me up. So I feel like I need to like, say sorry. Enjoy some klance fluff, for the next chapter too.

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lance
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December 1.

Walking on the wooden floor, I begin to walk past the bland, empty walls.

Keith and I are attempting to decorate, but someone has to keep messing with the mistletoe, leading to uh, more un- i wouldn't say unholy, just, its holy for us, i just wouldn't want my mom, or anyone else to see.

He promised not to start anything this time, because we need to get the house christmasfied. Like seriously, its December 1.

Walking into our living room with the box of decorations , I see Keith standing there, with gray sweatpants and my jumper. His messy hair is pulled into a ponytail, making him look so much more hot. He stands in front of our couch, which is pressed against the wall.

I smile and my heart skips a beat when he smiles back, making me nearly drop the christmas decor.

I'm planning on proposing on Christmas morning. We've been dating for four years now. I can't think of anyone else i want to spend my life with, but this idiot.

"You ready?" I ask, holding the box, and shaking it excitedly. Bells and glass jingle on the inside.

"I think you need to do something." He says, smirking.

"Keithhhh. You promised." I groan, putting the box down, and crossing my arms.

He got another mistletoe. Keith has made me throw away, about a million mistletoe, and its december 1. Ever since he found the idea that I refuse to disobey the laws of Christmas, he puts it everywhere. Literally, the house smells like a giant fucking plant.

"Hitler promised not to invade Czechoslovakia, Lance, but he did anyway." He laughs, walking menacingly to me.

"Okay, babe, no offense but Hitler killed millions of people." I laugh, looking at his stupid grin.

He walks to me, and wraps his arms around my neck, before holding something above my head.

Let me guess, mistletoe.

"Surprise!" He giggles, and leans in to kiss me.

Groaning, I wrap my arms around his waist.

Leaning in for another kiss, I pull him closer, and he grabs my hair, and I bite his lip, causing him to softly moan into me.

Smirking, I pull away, and he glares at me.

"Okay. Were decorating now." I declare, pecking him on his forehead softly.

"Tease." He mumbles, while reaching for the box.

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December 4,

"Keith. I say, as he's throwing the ornaments on the tree, all around, eager to fit all of the tiny plastic balls on.

"What are you doing?" I laugh, as i place the crystal ornament of us on the tree, strategically.

"Uh? What does it look like?" He retaliates, pushing another red one, way too close to the metallic red, which is very tacky in my professional opinion.