I sidled over to Keith and James, who were standing beside a Christmas tree, sipping cups of something that looked like mulled wine but smelled of raspberries.
"Hey Lance," Keith said, an eyebrow raised in mild confusion at my antics. "Do you need something?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," I grinned. "Keith, may I take you away for a dance?" Keith glanced to James, who chuckled slightly at us, before shaking his head.
"No way. Not happening. Lance, if you think for one second that I'll dance with you, you have another thing coming." Keith protested profusely.
"Even if it's for Pidge?" I leant closer to him to explain. "She said she'd dance with me if I could get you to dance, and to be honest, Pidge dancing is something we really want to see, let's be real," I glanced across to Pidge who was watching us with intent determination across her face.
Something seemed to flash in Keith's eyes as I watched him change his mind.
"Okay, okay, fine. I'll dance with you, Lance," Keith gave in and tentatively took my outstretched hand and I pulled him onto the dance floor. A song that must've gotten popular while we were up in space was playing over the speakers. Keith had his hair tied back into a low ponytail tied by a frayed length of red ribbon and was wearing a remarkably showy ensemble of a black jacket and deep burgundy trousers.
I swung him around, somehow managing to stay in time with the music, and I noted the wild grin that was plastered across his face. If Griffin really wanted to get with Keith, he should've definitely asked him to dance, because no matter how resistant, he was enjoying himself. I stole a glance at Pidge, who was now observing us intently, a trace of an amused smile on her face.
"Hey, Keith, do you mind? I was successful in my mission, so it's now part two,"
"Okay," he chuckled. It was truly awe-inspiring to see Keith letting loose and genuinely having a good time. "See you,"
"Alright," I gave a quick salute. "Oh, and Keith? You're not too bad of a dancer. You should ask James to dance with you." Keith shook his head with a roll of his eyes and turned back to Griffin, who had started talking with Leifsdottir.
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Fake Mistletoe | Plance
FanfictionThe Atlas and its crew are readying for a mission several galaxies away in order to restore peace across the universe. The problem is, the crew will be spending Christmas aboard the Atlas. While it's cramped and at times uncomfortable, Voltron, the...