Kidge- So which of us should explain we just stole a bomb?
“I can’t believe that worked.”
“Of course it did,” Pidge wiped a line of sweat off her brow as they leaned against the ship’s wall. “It was my plan.”
Keith curled in on himself, a hand raking roughly through his hair, “I cannot believe that worked.”
“So are you going to pilot, or do I need to and you can tell Coran we were right about that bomb existing and that we have it now?”
Keith turned his head to stare at her, eyes a little too wide, and something wild in the expression.
“Okay, yeah, so I’m piloting. Come on. To the cockpit.”
He reached out, grabbing her hand, stopping her from walking away, “Pidge.”
She huffed, “What?!”
“Do you have any idea how reckless that was? What if I hadn’t followed you? What if I hadn’t been fast enough?”
“You sound like Shiro.” She sighed, turning back to him. “It was one of My Plans, Keith. I calculated for all that. We’re the Sword and Shield of Voltron, right?
I know how you operate, so–”
His brows furrowed in frustration, “You infuriating, brilliant, reckless–”
“Geeze,” She rolled her eyes as he continued sputtering out less-than-flattering adjectives. “Don’t bust a blood vessel trying to compliment me. I don’t think you’ve got the right to call anyone rec–”
His hand was on her cheek, turning her face back towards his before she realized he’d stepped closer, and his lips were on hers as he pulled her closer with a desperate energy.
Their lips parted and she blinked up in shock.
“Do you have any idea how badly you scared me back there?”
“Getting a clue now. Maybe.”
“I trusted you to follow along with my plan without saying anything. Something I don’t trust anyone with. Ever. Maybe I’m not the only one who needs to catch a clue here.”
He looked frustrated for a moment, “I’m trying to say I– Oh.”
“Oh,” She parroted back with a smirk. “We really do need to update Coran so he can tell Allura to start making an exit strategy from these ‘negotiations’.”
He didn’t release his hold on her, eyes drifting back to her lips, “They can handle it a little longer, we need to catch our breath first.”
“Not right now, Knife Boy.” She pushed up on tiptoe, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before twisting his arm in a an escape maneuver he’d taught her and trotting off down the corridor, “If you’re going to be my boyfriend, you’d better start calling me Katie.”