Klance oneshots

Not funny...

"So..." a goofy grin formed on lance's lips as he looked up at keith, who was staring at him expectingly, waiting for lance to continue. Lance's heart felt warm at the small gesture and his grin widened.

"Can i get a kiss?" Keith rolled his eyes but lance could see that he was trying to fight off a smile.

"Seriously?" Keith mumbled and lance pouted, giving him his best puppy dog eyes.

"C'mon i got shot i need a reward...." he got greeted by a deathglare which didn't fazed him at all, lance was used to this, this was the same look his mom gave him everytime he'd steal a cookie.

"This isn't funny."  Keith grumbled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the chair's back, his eyes wandering on the machine's hooked up to lance's arm. It's been a few days since that event, yet the scene was right before keith's eyes. Red and grey with a small amount of white at the edges, accomponied by the smell of blood and the choking feeling of smoke in his lungs.

"I think it is." Lance said cheekily, snapping the other back to reality. Keith peeked up at the injured sharphooter and scoffed, a small smirk forming on his lips.

"You don't count. You burst out laughing at a funeral because you were thinking of a meme you saw in facebook." Keith deadpanned and lance rolled his eyes, the smile still remaining on his lips.

"I still didn't get my reward for saving your ass-!" He was cut off by a pair of soft lips pressing against his and a sharp taste of cinnamon on his tongue. Lance mentally fist bumped the air as kissed back, pinching himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. And it wasn't.
This wasn't a dream.

Lance snapped out of his daze when keith pulled away a little too soon, a small whine leaving his lips as he leaned in for a another kiss but keith backed away, face flushed crimson red as he pressed his index finger to lance's lips.

"No more kisses until your lungs recover."

"Awwww but that's unfair!" Lance flailed his arms to prove his point and much to his surprise, instead of getting a glare, a small smile tugged at the corner of keith's lips.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against the recovering male's forehead and sat down on that uncomfortable chair, his eyes never leaving the sight of the brunet lying on the hospital bed.

"Rest. We'll talk later." Keith whispered, lance snorting in response as he kept his eyes on his arms which were resting on his stomach, and it was obvious the guy was trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Says the guy who never gets enough sleep..." He murmured before his eyes slid shut and his breath evened out, a soft smile still on his lips. Keith rolled his eyes fondly, quietly counting each time lance's chest rose and fell, a solid proof that lance mcclain was alive and kicking. Still an idiot for trying to save keith's hide by taking the blast himself, but alive.

"Good night, sharpshooter."