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7; routine kisses
The first time it happens Keith was
polishing his blade and when he felt the pressure of warm lips against his
cheek, he almost stabbed himself.
“Oh my god, babe, are you okay¡?”
“Fine, fine! I’m fine!”
“You almost -!”
“Don’t tell Shiro!”
The second time it happens it’s still a
surprise, but Keith has a small suspicion that Lance waited until there were no
sharp objects near them to attack. The only thing that dropped to the floor was
Keith’s dignity as he hid his face in his boyfriend’s chest right after Lance
had planted a soft kiss above his eyebrow.
“You are cute.”
“Where is my blade when I need it.”
The third time Keith is no longer surprised
but there’s still this small gasp that leaves his lips when Lance’s helmet
comes off and Keith doesn’t have a second to appreciate the beaming smile on
his boyfriend’s face at seeing him before Lance’s lips are pressed against his
“You did great out there.” Lance murmurs
under his breath, nuzzling Keith’s face for a tick longer before he pulls away
and turns around, enjoying the victory adrenaline with the rest of the team and
Keith follows him quietly, not daring to hide the dopey smile on his face.
The fourth, fifth and sixth time are still
counted in his mind but after that it becomes a blur; there’s no expectation,
not really, because you can’t expect something that comes naturally.
Sometimes they come early in the morning,
when Keith’s barely awake but the tickling sensation of Lance’s lips against
his cheeks will make him sigh and snuggle closer to his boyfriend’s side.
Other times when he’s in training and Lance
cheers from him on the side, high fiving him as the simulation turns off and Lance
kiss the top of his nose, claiming while laughing that there was no way he
would kiss any sweaty skin.
They become a greeting during breakfast and
a goodbye for the day during the night. They come like a promise before every
mission, quiet and soft as they enjoy the pressure and warmth it brings them
before they turn into hope and relief as they hold each other, sweaty and tired
Keith smiles to himself, eyes fixed on
their intertwined hands as he plays with Lance’s fingers. The brunet doesn’t
mind, he just sighs contently as he leans back and presses himself closer to
Keith’s chest, hiding half of his face on the crook of Keith’s neck.
Keith didn’t even notice the moment but suddenly
he’s moving and dropping a sweet kiss on Lance’s temple. He blinks in surprise,
though, when he hears his boyfriend gasp.
“Really? After months?” Keith teases
fondly, looking down to catch Lance’s blue eyes but the brunet wouldn’t have
“Shut up.” He mumbles quietly as he hides
himself in hopes to cover the raging blush on his cheeks.
It doesn’t work. It only makes Keith to
drop two more kisses on the tomato he calls boyfriend.