Under the Radar (Lance x Reader) -Spy AU

Chapter 3

"Remember: Eyes open, mouth shut." (Y/N) said as they walked up to the entrance to the Hotel Riche. She was worried that Lance might blow their cover again like he did a couple of months ago in Seattle. Lance smirked. "Don't worry, Mama. I learned my lesson from Seattle." (Y/N) frowned. "My name is Selene Valdez. My name is Selene Valdez." She muttered to herself, trying to condition her brain into accepting her new alias. Lance took her hand in his and leaned down toward her. She could smell his cologne. He smelled...nice. "I like (Y/N) McClain better." He whispered seductively in her ear, his voice lowering an octave. (Y/N) involuntarily blushed. He was good.

"It's showtime." She said to Lance, interlacing her fingers with his. The two walked into the hotel with their suitcases and bags. Keith was a few feet behind them, pretending not to know them. The two strolled through the impressive lobby oohing and aahing at the marble columns, the paintings, and the huge 12 foot chandelier that hung above them.

The place wasn't called the Rich Hotel for nothing. Men and women of different varieties flooded the main lobby, all speaking in different languages. But what (Y/N) started to notice were the outfits the patrons were sporting. Fine cashmere, minx, and silk graced their bodies, while their necks, arms, and fingers sparkled from 24 karat gold, fine silver, and diamonds. (Y/N) looked down at her polyester made sundress and looked over at Lance's stupid bomber jacket that he never seemed to take off. She wasn't sure when was the last time he had washed it. She definitely felt out of place. She looked around to see eyes staring at her and Lance. Judging. One couple were even whispering to each other. Lance didn't seem to notice. He was too busy gawking at the lobby décor. Nevertheless, (Y/N) refocused.

"Aw isn't this place so romantic, baby?" (Y/N) squealed getting into character. She latched her hand onto Lance's muscular arm. Lance blushed but maintained his composure. "Nothing but the best for my beautiful princesa." He said. He kissed her cheek. (Y/N) gave Lance a smile, but inside her mind, she pretended that she was holding Keith's arm and felt Keith's lips on her cheek. She looked up and pretended to smile at Keith's beautiful violet eyes instead of Lance's ocean blue ones. That was the only way that she could get through this.

They walked up to the front desk. The manager smiled at the two with her big smile. Her carrot colored hair was in ringlets and her brown eyes twinkled. "Bonjour! Et Bienvenue à l'hôtel Riche! My name is Cecile. Are you two checking in?"

Lance put his spare arm on the desk and leaned in. His head lowering. "Hello there. Yes, we are checking in...and I am checking you ou- hey!" (Y/N) kicked him in the calf and grabbed onto Lance's arm even tighter. Her nails dug into his skin. Lance stood up straight and cleared his throat, getting back into character. "Uh, yes. We have a reservation under the name Valdez." "One moment, s'il vous plait." Cecile's perfectly manicured fingers danced around the keyboard.

Her smile grew as she looked at her computer screen. "Ah yes. You two have the King and Queen Honeymoon Suite. How lovely!" (Y/N)'s eyes widened. Shiro! she grumbled inside her head. He would intentionally put them in the Honeymoon Suite. She frowned inwardly, not wanting to expose her true feelings. Lance on the other hand was running with it. "Yep. We just got married last week. We're taking a month here in Paris." He said without skipping a beat. He unlinked his arm and put it around (Y/N)'s waist, rubbing it softly. (Y/N) felt a chill go down her spine. He was really good.

"Aww you two are so cute. Congratulations!" Cecile cooed. (Y/N) forced a smile on her face and flashed it at Cecile. She heard someone clear their throat behind her and turned to see Keith standing behind them in line staring down at his phone. His tense shoulders indicated that he was feeling uncomfortable. He looked up to see what the movement was that he saw out of his top peripherals and saw that (Y/N) was giving him a sweet, sympathetic and reassuring smile. Keith smiled back, and felt his shoulders relax. Something about how Lance was rubbing her waist made him grumpy. Why was he so tense? They were just doing their job, right?