I'm Yours And You're Mine

Part 5

Lance sleepily woke up, though he kept his eyes closed because he didn't want to be awake. There was something warm next to him, it felt nice. He pulled it closer to him in the hopes that the warmth would lull him back to sleep. The warm thing swore. Lance opened his eyes. That warm thing was Keith. Oops. The soft light of the room made him look almost angelic, and his ruffled hair just made him seem even cuter. He smiled sleepily, then yawned.

"You could've told me that you were gonna do that," he said, "It's good to see you too."

"Have you been awake long?"

"Long enough to hear you say some pretty funny stuff," he said. " 'Wait, Veronica, don't kiss the snowman, kiss Acxa.' " he mimicked Lance sleep-talking, making a kissy face. Lance shoved him. Keith threw his head back and laughed, which made Lance's heart flutter.

"Pinch me," he said.

"Where?"

"I didn't know you could be dirty," Lance grinned suggestively, "On my arm, dirty Keith."

"I'm never gonna hear the end of that, am I." he pinched Lance, hard, one might add.

Lance whipped his arm away, "Not that hard, you jerk!" He rubbed his forearm. Then he realized, it hurt. "Oh my god, this is real."

"What'd you think it was?"

"I- I don't know! Too good to be true?" Lance felt his cheeks warm up. Since this really was real, that meant that Keith actually said he loved him. (cue me, sobbing hysterically in a corner, surrounded by klance fanart) That meant they actually kissed.

"Do you actually like me?" Lance asked.

"Are you serious."

"...Yeah. Like are you sure that you like me?"

"Yes."

"Super sure?"

"Lance, I like you."

"No, like actually, you like me?"

"I kissed you. Multiple times, actually, Mr. 'Are-You-Sure-You-Like-Me.' "

"You're not faking because you feel bad for me?"

"Oh my god, Lance, I'm not faking." Keith was getting more and more flustered as he had to repeatedly confess to Lance.

"But—"

Keith shut him up by kissing him.

"—There. Does that prove it?"

"..... Maybe. Do it one more time just to be sure." They kissed again, both giggling. "One more?" Lance pleaded. He bat his eyelashes exaggeratedly.

"Dork," Keith laughed. He left a peck on Lance's nose.They faced each other, smiling at the captivating beauty of the other, falling quiet. Lance put his head on Keith's chest and listened to his heartbeat. Keith reddened, but Lance didn't see. Eventually, they were breathing in sync. It was a simple, peaceful morning.

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"Strange. Where do you think Lance could be?" Hunk asked.

"I dunno, his room? Keith's not here either." Pidge said.

"Normally Lance comes to the kitchen for breakfast to eat right around this time, I wonder what he's doing right now?"

"Kissing Keith."

"You wish, I'm just gonna go check their rooms and tell them that I made french toast sticks."

"Go do your thing, I'll still be right here, eating your heavenly creations."