Under the Radar (Lance x Reader) -Spy AU

Chapter 6

          The sun had finally set, casting an orange glow on the river Seine. Parisians were rushing home to their families, children, and pets, trampling people in their way. Shops were closing for the day, and the streetlamps were slowly starting to turn on. (Y/N) and Lance hung out in the area all afternoon, asking the local shop owners about the anonymous source with no luck.

They checked in with Interpol and Keith to tell them that their plan and informed them that they were going back to the hotel to change their clothes. "Because God forbid, Lance is seen in the wrong outfit in a dark nightclub." (Y/N) explained to the group sarcastically.

"Are you done?! We gotta go! The club opens in 10 minutes and I want to get there early to skip the line!" (Y/N) shouted as Lance was still taking his sweet time in the bathroom. She pulled down on her short strapless dress.

"Coooomingggg, Mamaaa!" she heard Lance sang dramatically from the bathroom. She sighed and crossed her arms impatiently, mentally asking herself why she decided to become a secret agent. After about another minute, Lance strolled out of the bathroom. (Y/N)'s eyes widened when she saw him.

He wore a buttoned down light blue shirt with too many buttons undone, showing a little bit of his pects. He had straightened his hair out (she had too) and his butt looked fantastic in those tight dark, skinny jeans. (Y/N) blushed slightly.

He twirled around dramatically. "How do I look?" he asked, winking at her. "Not bad." She said, trying to play it cool. Lance looked her up and down. It was his turn to blush. He took in all of her curves. "Wow, you look..." he said, trying to find the right words. (Y/N) tuned him out, expecting him to say something corny.

"...angelic." Lance finally said. He meant it. It's as if Heaven's most perfect and beautiful angel was sent down just for him. (Y/N) cracked a little smile. "Oh...thank you." She said bashfully. She wasn't really expecting a sincere compliment. Lance grabbed his jacket and held her hand. "Let's get going."

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"So how long have you been a lieutenant?" Allura asked Keith as they were sitting around, waiting for Lance and (Y/N) to report back to them. "About a year now. I like it, but at first, I was scared of the responsibility. I honestly thought I would be bad at it at first. Guess I'm not." Keith answered honestly.

Allura nodded. "I understand. It is scary to jump into something new, especially when more responsibility is involved." Keith just nodded. Coran spoke up, "Well, I definitely feel ya, lad. When I was your age, I was flying with her majesty's troops over Checkpoint Charlie, bravely patrolling and keeping those Communists out of our countries. That's how I got my knighthood you know."

Keith nodded politely. "That's...nice." He said awkwardly, trying to be polite. Coran snaked an arm around him, making Keith regret sitting in the middle of the two. "So there I was, in the dead of winter in 1984. I had the night watch with a Frenchman who became one of my best friends, although for the life of me, I couldn't remember what his name was...or what he said. Nevertheless! I was there, keeping watch over..."

At this point, Keith and Allura tuned Coran out as he started walking around the room, talking about how he did...something and acting out how it happened. Allura then asked Keith a random but alarming question, "Are (Y/N) and Lance together?"

Keith was taken aback. His whole body stiffened. "N-No?" he retorted awkwardly, turning red. He thought of that morning when they both came downstairs with curly hair. What did they do in that room? Why did they do that? Is it a couple thing? Does she like him? Thinking of what Lance and (Y/N) could have done in that hotel room together made him upset. "They're just doing their jobs." He snapped.