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klance number 3 for the drabbles mayhaps :3
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I'm afraid I needed some fluff in my life. Here you goooooo <3.
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The lights are on low in Lance's room. A warm yellow to keep them away from their slumber. Almost like the warm afternoon sun, in a way. Keith wishes he knew what Lance looked like sprawled out on a beach, instead of in his bed.
He imagines Lance would smile at him. Joke about how pale he is. He'd probably take his hand and compare tans. He'd tell Keith he needs to go outside more, but anytime he tries he'd lather him in sunscreen, so it's no use anyways.
Lance had mentioned knowing how to surf. Keith can imagine him riding the waves until the sun dips below the sky and it's just the two of them left on the beach. They'd walk home together, wherever home would be, hand in hand and too afraid to let go.
"What are you thinking of?" Lance mumbles, trailing his finger over Keith's chest. Even though Lance is taller, he loves laying like this. He sprawls on top of Keith every chance he gets.
Keith hums. "The beach," he says. The days where he'd keep his mind locked away are long over. He can tell Lance anything, these days. He gets the same in return. He'll never stop being amazed by how his mind works.
Lance sits up, placing his chin on Keith's chest. It hurts a little, but he'll endure it. "You're thinking of the beach. Keith 'can't swim' Kogane, is thinking of the beach?"
"It's not my fault I can't swim," Keith mumbles, distracted by petting a hand through Lance's hair.
Lance scoffs. "Well everytime I try to teach you, you whine about needing to do other stuff. It's okay to admit you're afraid, you know."
"I'm not afraid."
"Why are you thinking of the beach?"
Keith bites his lip. "I was thinking of what it'd be like. If we lived near a beach, or something."
Lance sits up on his knees this time, placing his hands on Keith's chest. He wonders whether Lance can hear his heartbeat. If his face is turning red under his gaze.
"You were what?" He looks at him, eyes wide and mouth agape. "You want to live with me?"
"I guess. Maybe." He shrugs. "We already kind of do, so."
"Wow, you're, like, really in love with me aren't you?" Lance asks, grin spreading over his face. "Like so much it's gross. You wanna hold my hand, and kiss me, take me on dates," he teases.
"I fucking hate you," Keith grumbles.
Lance grins, leaning his face forward and pressing a kiss against his jaw. "No you don't. Take that back right now." He moves farther up, kissing the corner of his mouth. "You love me. You wanna live with me. Near the beach."
"Fucking, fine." Keith pulls Lance forward by a hand on the back of his neck, pressing their lips together. "Now go turn off the light. I wanna sleep."
Lance ignores his order to press another lingering kiss against his mouth.