“You better take care of lap town.”
“I’ll do my best.” He said, voice dripping in amused sarcasm. He reached down with his free hand to idly pat your thigh. You felt your face tense as blood simultaneously rushed to your face and to your groin. Oh god. You were doomed. Still, you wren’t about to actually kick him off your lap. And you both knew it.
You sighed, leaning forward again and resting your chin on his shoulder. “If you’re gonna insist on sitting on me and criticizing my work, can I least have some juice?”
“Nope.” Keith lifted his juice pouch, reaching out with his lips to grab the straw in a way that was both adorable and infuriating.
“Aw, come on, Keith!” You whined, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Sharing is caring!” You tilted your head, batting your eyelashes.
He turned a fraction to look at you, one eyebrow raised. He looked unmoved. He released his straw to say simply, “Nope.”
“Keith, come on!” You tried to snatch the juice pouch from him, but he was faster. He held it out away and in front of him, arm extended fully. You tried, but it was out of your reach. “I’m gonna dehydrate over here!”
He had his head turned towards you, and a smirk was playing across his lips. You gave him a half hearted glare and a pout. “Give me one reason why I should.”
Your arms fell back to wrap around his waist and you nuzzled your face into his neck. “Because you liiiike me, you really liiiike me.”
“Oh god, please stop singing.”
You kissed his neck, feeling satisfied with the way he stiffened. You felt him shutter, and you smiled against his neck. “You liiiike me, you wanna huuuug me, you wanna kiiiiss me.”
“I’m out of here.” He said flatly, moving to stand up.
You were laughing, grinning in delight as you caught sight of his face, tinged with red. He got about halfway up before you grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. He turned sideways in your lap, glaring at you with his lips pressed into a small frown.
You wrapped your arms loosely around his waist, leaning in close. “You wanna kiiiiiss me.” You sang softly, your lips moving against his.
“Oh my god, Lance, shut up.” He tried to sound irritated. You really think he tried. And it was an adorably firm attempt. But his voice just came out as a small whine, a little husky and very needy.
You chuckled, knocking your forehead against his and staring at his eyes until they blurred into one. “Make me, pretty boy.”
His free hand shot out, taking hold of your chin in a gentle, but firm grip, and he kissed you.
Your eyes closed as you smiled, leaning into the kiss. You couldn’t help but laugh against his lips. He growled playfully, hand sliding past your jaw and around your neck, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. He held you firmly in place as he tilted his head. You loved the way your lips fit together. You felt dizzy and warm, and the scent of him filled your nose. His breath whistled against your cheek as he breathed heavily.
He kissed your top lip and then your bottom lip before biting gently. Your shoulders slumped as your lips parted, a soft moan escaping them. Keith’s tongue slipped between them, exploring your mouth. His other arm, hand still clutching his juice, draped over your shoulder as he shifted on your lap. Your hands found their way to his face, cradling his jaw in your palms, thumbs rubbing over his cheeks. He let out a pitiful sound low in his throat, and your tongue flicked out to move against his.
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Operation: Time Out
Short StoryI found this and didn't read it. It's not mine, so o don't really know what happens since I also haven't read it yet. It's Klance though and I'm sure it has smut in it somewhere. I honestly don't know what happens besides they get trapped in the inv...
