Keith: Stupid sharpshooter!
Lance: What did you just call me?
Keith looks up at Lance smiling.
Keith: A stupid sharpshooter.
Lance smiles back at Keith.
Lance: Why am I a; stupid sharpshooter?
Keith: Because you make me feel things that I shouldn't feel, you make me all nervous but at the same time so comfortable, you confuse me so much and I don't know how to respond to you.
Keith says in a cute and truthful way.
Lance: Well, you don't have to respond.
Keith sites up and looks at Lance.
Keith: What do you mean?
Lance: There are other ways of communication.
Lance sites up with a smirk on his face.
Keith: Lance?
Lance puts his hand on Keith's hips and pulls him slightly closer.
Keith's face is bright red. The feeling of nervousness and excitement takes over him and he slides onto Lance's lap.
There faces get closer and closer together until Lance closes the space between them.
Keith's hands wrap around Lance's neck and Lance puts his on Keith's waist.
The kiss was passionate and warm. Keith's lips were so soft and sweet. Lance held Keith like he would never let him go. It was gentle and nice.
END
Sorry for the short and late chapter. I'm going to try and post weekly. Thank you for waiting patiently and thank you for continuing to support me - DragonKnight
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RomanceThis is what I like to call a Voltron Fan-Fic. There will be multiple relationships going on but Klance is my otp. Basicly, this is a side story Fan-Fic. Zarkon is still alive and the Empire is united. Lotor and his group are still alive and active...
