Outer space | klance au |

39: kisses

"And then he walked me to the door and kissed me on the cheek," Allura spoke as she drove. The silk of her pink top shined when the light from the street lamps hit it. The fabric clung close to her skin like it was made for her. She looked like a goddess. Lance listened as she talked about Lotor. From the way she was beaming he could tell there would be more dates in the future. "It was just so sweet and he's so sweet," she gushed and Lance counted the passing street lights as they drove past them. He honestly didn't quite get it. He had kissed James once and it felt so ordinary. There was nothing Earth shattering about it. He was expecting sparks or even a tingle but he felt nothing. He hadn't even told Romelle about it.

"I miss kissing," Romelle exclaimed from the backseat. "I'm craving kisses," she whined. She wore a black dress that accented every beautiful aspect of her body—which was all of it.

"Kiss somebody tonight," Lance countered, turning to meet her eyes. Somehow she had already smudged her glittery lipgloss. Her hair was down fully and it framed her face and hung to her low back.

She grinned at him, "Maybe I will."

Allura laughed. "I haven't been clubbing in such a long time! I'm so excited," she glanced at Romelle in the mirror. The blonde woman was fixing her smudged lipgloss with her phone's camera.

"We should take pictures!" Romelle exclaimed suddenly and kicked the back of Lance's chair.

"Ow," Lance faked hurt.

"Yes!" Allura shared just as much enthusiasm as her friend.

"Don't you guys think it's weird?" Romelle said suddenly. She was twirling a piece of her hair.

"What's weird?" Lance asked.

"This is your first meeting yet we act like we've been friends forever," she said simply and Lance had to think about it.

Allura glanced at Lance before focusing back on the road. "We've talked for awhile so it does feel like we've known each other for a long time," she winked at him. Lance laughed. It did feel normal to be hanging out with them.

"Any other boy prospects?" Allura asked as she pulled into a spot. They would have to walk the rest of the way but he didn't mind.

"No," Romelle unbuckled and fixed the strap on her high heels. "Still helplessly in love with someone who doesn't love me back."

Lance rolled his eyes. "Fuck Matthew Holt and fuck feelings."

Allura snorted, "She wants to fuck Matt Holt alright." Romelle laughed and Lance fake gagged.

"Gross," he got out of the car. The night air brushed his cheeks and tousled his hair. "I could have gone all night–no, actually gone my whole life without knowing that." He looked over at his friends who were fixing Allura's curls.

"You love all the gritty details," Romelle stuck her tongue out at him. "Like how Matt did this thing with his tongue-"

"Don't finish that sentence ever." His friends laughed and he joined with them. Sometimes it felt really nice just to laugh.

"I would very much be interested in hearing the rest of that story," Allura brought out a tube of lipgloss. "How do you feel about lipgloss?"

"I like it. It looks pretty." Lance gripped his own hands. She grabbed him and applied a thin layer of it across his lips.

"You look beautiful," she smiled.

"You look kissable," Romelle teased. "Can we go now? I wanna dance." Lance laughed at her but they suddenly linked arms with him and were walking toward the club.