First off I just need to say something, so pay attention, 'kay? Here it comes:
YOU ARE WORTH IT. You are beautiful and good and deserve all the happiness and love that the worlds have to offer. I know some people who need to know that and I feel that not just they, but EVERYONE needs to know that. So just love yourself and go forth with courage, my friends.
Now:
THIS Klance is (as is evidenced by the scene difference) a whole season and a half after my last Klance smut. A lot of things have happened between this smut and the last one, so I just need to point out that there's been character development and a lot of careful discussions between our boys since Lance got fucked on that asteroid. I WILL be writing some in-between scenes (some smut, some not) that go between AND after this and the last one. Thank you for your attention, now I will shut up and allow you to read juicy smuts (and yeah, fine, I'm a sucker for fluff, there's fluff first, then smuts, then funnies). *mwah* Much love.
Screw Gravity: A Klance One-Shot
By: thewhiteleovaldez
The alarms started blaring. The castle lurched, and the gravity in the room abruptly reversed. Keith and I screamed as we were dropped into the pool. The castle lurched again, and...the gravity only reversed half way. So we were still in the pool, but we could see that the gravity had switched on the other side of the room. I hung myself over the side of the pool and tried to get out. I miserably failed.
"Lance!" Keith sat on the steps, a scowl on his face. "I can't get out either."
"Agh," I growled, swimming over and sitting a few steps down from him. "We've got to get to the bridge. We've got to help."
"Yeah, well, we can't." Keith looked really mad.
There was silence for a minute. "Are you mad at me?" I finally blurted out.
Keith looked surprised. "Mad at you? No. I'm…" He trailed off.
I looked up at him. "Are you okay?" I reached up to put a hand on his leg. He let me.
Keith sighed. "I'm mostly mad at myself. That I can't help."
Another explosion shook the castle, and we could hear shouting.
"That's what I mean," Keith said, his face twisting with anger again. "There's a battle going on, and our team is in trouble, and I can't help them!" His voice cracked at the end, and he buried his face in his hands. I looked up at him sadly. It tore me apart that he was hurting, and I wanted to fix it. I climbed up the steps to sit next to him and put my arms around him. Keith stiffened, but I held on.
"I feel it too," I told him gently, resting my head on his shoulder and talking close to his ear. "It makes me upset when people I care about are hurt, or sad, or in trouble, and when I can't do anything about it. But right now you're sad, and angry, and I can help you, at least."
Keith's shoulders started shaking. He was taking deep, shaky, cough-like breaths, and I knew he was crying.
"No, no, Keith, baby, what's wrong?" I said, frantically trying to stop his tears.
"I don't...I just...I don't remember anyone doing this," Keith choked out. "Hugging me and telling me they can help me and...and making me feel safe." The last part was whispered, hushed, and his expression was serious and fearful enough to suggest that he'd just confessed to murder.
"Keith…" I was at a loss for words. I didn't know how much pain he'd been in, but now, staring into his violet eyes, I could see the pain and fear and anger that seemed to have rested there for years, masked by his tough, cool-guy demeanor. Suddenly I was angry. I was angry at whoever had caused that pain, that fear. I wanted to hurt them. Why is that? My inner self asked me. Because...because I love him, I realized.
