• t r a p p e d • ~ klance fic ~

•trapped• part VIII

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also I love writing Lance's inner dialogue

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Keith's POV ---

"Lance?" I looked at him, eyebrows tilted upwards. "That's not Pidge or Shiro. We can't even see outside the box."

What was he going on about?

"Dude," he looked at me like I was crazy. "They're right here, are you even awake yet?"

"Lance!" I yelled at him. "Are you okay? You know they're not there, right?"

"Yes they are! They're clearly right here in front of us!"

"Hey-"

"I know they're not. I just want to see them again, what if they take longer than expected. Keith! I could die in this stupid box and less than a dozen people would even know or care!" he punched the side of the metal box and immediately regret it, judging by him wincing and staring down at his now red and throbbing fist.

"Lance, that's not true and you know it! Even if people don't know you personally, they depend on you, you're their hero. They rely on you, they admire you."

He looked up at me with a dopey grin plastered on his face and one of his eyebrows quirked.

"You're right! I'm like, totally, their hero. Wow, it's kind of tough handling all this fame."

His bold attitude was somewhat amusing so I let out a small chuckle.

"Hey! Don't laugh at me, you're just jealous!"

Lance's POV ---

"So what about the kiss?" I raised a brow.

He nearly choked.

"I told you to forget that!" his voice cracked very obviously and had it's usual gravely tone to accompany it.

"No way! I want to know why you did it!"

"Can we stop talking about it now, just pretend it never happened?" he tried to furrow his brows but he didn't look very angry, just slightly panicked.

"Why should I let you off the hook like that?"

"I didn't mean to do it!"

"So you accidentally slid your hand around my neck and pulled me into a kiss. Yup, mmm-hmm, happens all time," I said, grinning and closing my eyes, feeling quite proud of myself. Man, how I love teasing him.

I opened one eye a little and glanced over at him. His entire face was painted with a rich crimson and his lip quivered. He was looking straight down. Why is he so cute when he's flustered? Why is he even flustered in the first place? I still don't know what the kiss meant to him. Hopefully it was good, I think I'd cry again if it was a joke or out of pity. I looked at him again, almost his entire face was hidden by his hair, his braid was getting pretty loose and his bangs were no longer slicked back. Shame, considering how pretty he is. He shouldn't cover up such a cute face with such ugly hair. Why a mullet? Come on.

I reached over and lifted his face up by putting a finger under his chin and my thumb on his bottom lip, then brushed a lock of hair out of his face. His stunning slate eyes widened and his unruly, lead-colored brows tilted upwards. His silky, ink black lashes fluttered and he looked right at me. Oh quiznack, what do I do now? I have to do something, this is the best opportunity I could've asked for. Wait, I have to take it slow, he's insanely emotionally guarded and I won't be able to leave if things go bad. Fuck it. I let my hand hover over Keith's hip and closed the gap between our lips. Oh quiznack, this is heaven. I can die happy now. I expected Keith to pull away, he didn't. I could tell he wasn't that experienced, he was so desperate when he kissed, but I couldn't have cared less. I couldn't stop. The space was so tight and I felt bad for unintentionally pushing his shoulders against the wall but he seemed totally into the moment, I don't think he even really noticed. I was kissing Keith. Emotionally closed-off, aloof, temperamental Keith. 'Lance'  he kept saying in between breaths. It was arguably the hottest thing I'd ever heard. He flinched every time I made physical contact with him. His chapped lips felt amazing as they grazed the surface of mine. I kept smiling through kisses.