The Red Paladins Klance

Chapter 31

Lance got up a bit early, stretching as he reluctantly pushed himself off of Keith. He looked down at his sleeping mate and smiled, reaching out to brush his wild strands of hair away. Keith twitched, coming to. “Lance...?” He mumbled. “Hey sweetheart. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Lance said softly. Keith rubbed his eyes, yawning. “It’s fine.” He mumbled. “Has anyone ever told you that you look absolutely, quiznacking adorable when you’re sleeping?” Lance asked. Keith let out a small huff of laughter, “You.” He said. Lance chuckled, leaning down and kissing his head. “Come.” He whispered, pulling away. “Where?” Keith asked. “Some place I wanna show you. Come.” Lance said. “Lance, it’s way too early.” Keith said. Lance laughed, “Come on, get up.” He said.

   “You’re such an early morning person.” Keith muttered. “And you love me for it.” Lance said, kissing his temple. He pulled away and stood up, watching Keith push himself up, sighing. He ran his fingers through his wild hair, fixing it. “Yeah I do.” He said. He then sighed, “What place is it?” He asked. “It’s kind of a surprise. I think you’ll like it. It’s nice and quiet. Come on.” Lance said, holding out his hand to him. Keith took it, “All right, fine.” He said, getting to his feet. Lance pulled him to him and amusingly kissed his cheek before walking out, leading him downstairs. “Uncle Lance! Uncle Keith!” At the sound of Nadia and Sylvio’s voice, they both turned to see the two kids running up to them. “Where are you going?” Nadia asked. “We’re going out somewhere.” Lance said. “Ooh, can we come?” Nadia asked, and Keith smiled, reminded too much of his mate because of her pleading, big blue eyes. “Sorry, kid. Maybe some other time, all right?” He said.

They both made sounds of disappointment, and Lance and Keith laughed, walking outside

“I can’t get over how much Nadia looks like you. She’s got your cute, puppy dog blue eyes, that same kind of begging that you can’t resist, and she’s just as cute as you.” Keith laughed, shaking his head. “Not... as cute as me, right?” Lance asked, looking at him. Keith smiled, “Of course not.” He said, reaching up and kissing his cheek in amusement. “You’re way more quiznacking adorable than her.” He said. Lance smiled, blushing. After a bit of walking, he led Keith into a coffee shop. “What’s so big about a coffee shop?” Keith asked as they sat down in front of each other at a table. “I used to come here when I was little. This shop is famous for their tea. I always said I wanted to bring my special someone here, and well...” Lance reached out and took his hands, “Who better than my husband?” He said, smiling shyly.

   Keith turned crimson, smiling back just as shyly. Lance pulled away after a second, “I actually have a friend here. Hold on, I’m just going to go see if he’s working here today.” He said as he stood up, and kissed him on the top of his head before walking away. Keith watched him, a soft, lovesick smile on his face. “Excuse me?” Keith vaguely heard a voice, but didn’t pay attention to it. “Excuse me!” This time, he looked, and saw a girl standing in front of him. No doubt, she was the kind of girl that a guy would find pretty. With her nice blonde hair and green eyes, Keith could see she was the kind of girl who knew she was pretty. “I’m sorry. I just-Are you new here? I’ve never seen you here before.” She apologized. “I mean...to this shop, yeah. But to Cuba, no.” Keith said, instantly disinterested. He crossed his arms, closing himself off. He saw her react to this, but impressively play it off. “Really? I guess that makes sense. You must have come here from the east, huh?” The girl said. Keith made a noise of agreement, looking back, wondering where Lance was.

“Are you waiting for someone?” The girl asked.

Keith sighed, irritated. He slightly turned to her, “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but whatever you’re trying to do, I’m literally not interested, and I never could be, because I’m happily married. So would you please leave me alone?” He said, indicating his blue ring on his finger. Surprisingly, the girl didn’t react in the way he thought she would. She raised her hands, looking guilty, “I am so sorry. I had no idea. I’ll just-leave.” She apologized before walking away. Keith looked back again, and his irritation instantly faded when he saw Lance coming back, holding a white cup. “Hi. Sorry I took long, I was talking to my friend.” He said, sitting in front of him. Keith smiled, “It’s okay. Who’s your friend?” He said. “Oh, I knew him when I was little. His name’s Sam. Anyways, here. Try the tea.” Lance said before pushing the cup to Keith. Keith lifted the cup, taking a curious sniff. “Hm. Smells like cinnamon.” He said.