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Lance yawned as the words GAME OVER flashed across the screen. He set down the controller and rubbed his eyes.
"Pidge, it's your turn," he said softly. She didn't answer.
She had been reclining on the right side of his bed, propped up on one elbow to watch him play. When he turned to look at her, he saw that she was now sound asleep, drooling slightly into the pillow she was hugging.
Lance smiled to himself as he turned off the Mercury Gameflux II and put the controllers away. Pidge was sleeping so peacefully that he didn't want to disturb her. She seemed comfortable enough sleeping in the casual clothes she was wearing, a pair of black leggings and a soft, well worn and much beloved Galaxy Garrison T-shirt that he had outgrown.
Lance swiftly shed his jeans, hoping she wouldn't wake up while he slipped on a pair of pajama pants. For a moment he considered sleeping on the couch, but he knew he was too tall to lie down comfortably there. He also prayed that Hunk was asleep in the next room and wouldn't ask awkward questions in the morning. There was little chance of that though. Ever since they rented this little Garrison apartment together, Lance hadn't had any girls over, and of course if he ever did, his nosy roommate would have to know all the details.
He sighed. Loverboy Lance's reputation was mostly courtesy of the Voltron Show's propaganda, and both Hunk and Pidge knew it.
There was a particularly good reason for his voluntary celibacy that was unknown to his two closest friends though. It was the one thing he was almost too terrified to admit to himself, and as that frightening thought raced through his sleep-deprived mind, he stared at the living reason for his chastity.
She had left her glasses on his nightstand and her sneakers next to his bed. Her thick, tawny hair was in disarray, and her soft lips were slightly parted as she slumbered.
Lance swallowed. She looked so beautiful in the soft light of his bedroom that he regretted dimming the illuminators.
He held his breath as he carefully sat down on the left side of the bed. There was a moment of panic as the weight of his body shifting about caused the mattress to creak ever so slightly. Thankfully, Pidge didn't stir. He slipped under the blanket and then made sure she was covered as well. For a long moment he just stared up at the ceiling, listening to the sound of her breathing until his eyelids felt heavy...
