A Klance Fanfic - For Him

We Are, We Are, We Are

((Last chapter! Thank you for joining me on this ride lovelies!!))

What if he doesn't love me?
   
Keith looked over to his left shoulder, carefully shifting himself so that his body shifted with the direction he was facing as he watched Lance sleep.
   
The couple had been doing other... activities... just a while ago and Lance had just fallen asleep a few moments ago, but Keith couldn't seem to fall unconscious. He had been laying there, under one of Lance's arms and playing with the ring around his finger, he couldn't bring himself to work on it because of the thought.
   
Why would he love me?
   
Keith stared at Lance's resting face, taking his empty hand to stroke his Alpha's face.
   
Keith's own thoughts confused him. He was happy with Lance, he knew he was, and Lance showed deeply that Keith made him happy as well. And the Omega could believe it, that he made Lance happy.

But the thoughts creeped in like intrusions, sinking dark spots into his mind. His ears rang and he could feel his breath begin to shallow, and the fact that he was under Lance's arms and didn't want to wake his boyfriend made it that much harder on him. But his head was beginning to itch and his palms felt sweaty.

What if he doesn't love you?

Keith's mouth ran dry and his chest began to ache, the bad butterfly wasn't fluttering this time, it was just squeezing. Tightly.

Keith began to breathe through his mouth, lowering his head so that he wasn't breathing right into Lance's face. He felt like he was burning alive pressed so close to his Alpha, but not in the good way that he had felt earlier that night.

The feeling was quite different than the instant pleasure that ran rampant through his veins a while ago.

He probably doesn't love me, does he?

Keith had to get out from there.

The Korean lightly sat up, moved the covers off of his legs, and slipped out from under Lance's arm, out of his weak, warm embrace. His legs were wobbly as he pulled on his boxers and a pair of warm sweatpants.

His lower body was screaming at him to sit the fuck down and let him rest but his head and the imploding feeling in his chest won over his limp.

He got up and pulled a random shirt over his head and grabbed his own favorite jacket, pulling it over his arms and fixing his sex hair over the hight white collar. The red leather settled soothingly over him. He found his fingerless gloves in the pocket of his sweatpants and held them for a moment, they had belonged to his father. Right up until he died, his father had worn them.

Keith used to wear them all the time, but he hadn't been lately.

The Omega wasn't sure what came over him, but he slipped one onto his right hand and clenched it into a fist, feeling as though he had reunited with a second skin. He then looked down at his left hand, twiddling with the promise ring that shone beautifully on it.

Does he really love you?

Keith frowned before slipping off the promise ring, admiring the carved blue heart that was on the inside. He let the lowlight from the moon's glow play with the metal of the ring before quietly setting it down on top of his messy desk. He was careful about it, keeping it in a place that he would remember before slipping the other glove onto his left hand.

"Mmm... Keith? Cariño? Where are you going?" Lance asked sleepily, shifting so that he was facing his small boyfriend. "Are you okay?" The Alpha was waking up more and more with every moment he was conscious of Keith not being right by his side.