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hadriel_logs2019-02-10 05:49 pm
spazzed) wrote in hadriel_logs2019-02-10 05:49 pm
Entry tags:
like a wildfire;
Who: keith, shiro, lance, allura
What: catch-all for shenanigans during february
Where: casa voltron, possibly other places, who even knows
When: all month
Warnings: nothing just yet but will be updated as needed!
What: catch-all for shenanigans during february
Where: casa voltron, possibly other places, who even knows
When: all month
Warnings: nothing just yet but will be updated as needed!
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But then again, if he did notice, would that be so bad? Fingers brush over his wrist and--]
Ohh...
[The soft, surprised noise escapes his lips at the gentle touch, drawn out a little at the end in a way that betrays just how pleased he is about this development. Why is he so pleased? Why is his skin tingling where they're connected?
...And why is he marveling at all these observations instead of moving as far away from Lance as possible?
Does it matter? Part of Keith is adamant that it absolutely does matter if things are going around, scribbling on their sleeping bodies because that's invasive on multiple levels, but that same part of him's heavily drowned out by some other realization.]
...you're right, it doesn't matter. We can deal with it together.
[...right? Keith looks at Lance with a hopeful kind of smile. He can't be the only one who feels like as long as they're together, everything else will work itself out.]
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( because we're a part of each other. because it feels like we've always been. because just being close to you makes me feel like i belong somewhere. )
they're stray thoughts, because he's trying to focus but they're there just the same, little whispers in the back of his mind as fingertips keep tracing over the letters of his own name, the fragile veins beneath. because that surprised sound is something he thinks he might want to hear again — or he isn't sure, but what he does know is that he doesn't want either of them to move. doesn't want there to be any distance between them, if they can help it.
his fingers trace up, over the inside of keith's wrist and over the center of his palm, the tips ghosting over random points like the base of his thumb, following over the lines of the delicate bone beneath his skin, and when he looks up and sees that smile? he thinks again that he wants to see so much more of it, because it's pretty and it makes his heart press against the cage of his ribs in the sort of way that seems like it's reaching for the other's own in turn. )
Yeah. ( he finally says, not quite realizing that he has curled their fingers together until he's brought both of their hands up to brush his cheek over the backs of the other's knuckles. there's almost a press of lips, there, too, but not quite. ) Together … I really like the sound of that. ( and when he smiles back?
it's hidden against the back of keith's hand, pressed into it like a secret he'll be able to feel more than anything else, something for just the two of them to keep for themselves. ) It sounds good, doesn't it?
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His heart had done so many weird things then, too -- skip beats, flutter, stop, race. Interlacing their fingers as the other paladin told him they made a good team had come so naturally, as had gently supporting him with his other hand. I'd have done that for anyone -- was what Keith had said about it a few weeks ago, but god knows it's a half truth at best. He thought he'd gotten over ... whatever the hell that was. Correction: he had gotten over it. Pushed it as far away from him as possible when it became obvious Lance only had eyes for pretty girls; Keith's no masochist.
But everything about this makes him wonder if he'd been wrong. Being next to Lance, holding hands and feeling a smile on the back of his hand... all of it's just making him ache to get even closer. Because that's how we should've been all along.]
Together sounds perfect, Lance....
[Said so softly, barely louder than a whisper because it's only for Lance's ears. Keith reaches up to gently trace over his jaw, touch affectionate as stops to hook his thumb under his chin to keep Lance from ducking his head. Keith moves a pinch closer, smile still soft and warm. It's too early in the morning and neither of them have washed their faces or even combed their hair, but that doesn't matter. It feels more intimate to be able to look at Lance up close when he hasn't yet gone through the motions of making himself presentable for everyone else.]
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maybe it was because he'd been convinced it wouldn't have mattered that much to keith, and it was easier to just. deny its happening in the first place than to have that pushed back on him, because it had been the easiest way out and the coward's way out, but they're beyond that now, and that's … all that matters, isn't it?
because being close like this now feels more natural than anything else has, feels right in so many ways that he thinks he might actually lose count if he tried, feels good in all the ways it should when you're so close to someone you belong with. belong to? hm.
both of those sound pretty good in his book. and maybe he'll just keep that last little bit to himself for now —
because keith is saying his name again, and he doesn't bother trying to tamp down the shiver that slithers along the line of his spine like something alive, nor does he ignore the tiny little thrill that comes from the other touching his jaw or hooking his thumb beneath his chin to keep him from looking anywhere but at him. they're so close, in rare form by way of at their most open, before they can style themselves for the way they present themselves to the others and before he's even realized he's moved at all he's aiming to press a kiss to the line of that smile. see if maybe he can take some of its softness for himself and tuck it behind his ribs.
but for all the sharpshooter he thinks he is, his aim is off just a bit and that press of lips lands at the corner of his mouth, closer to the line of his jaw than anything else and he breathes out the smallest huff of laughter, more at himself than anything else. ) I — hold on, I need to try that again. ( a beat, and he's practically speaking against keith's skin for how close he still is, having not bothered to move back in the slightest to allow for his words to remain unmuffled. )
I missed.
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That time with the dragon was just a lucky shot, huh.
[Just a bit of light teasing -- something, anything to take the edge off of the anticipatory tension. ]
Or do you need all your targets to be that massive, dragonslayer?
[And despite the nature of these little prods, that last word is said with affection. Keith turns his face a little, enough to bring the corners of their lips together.]
Helpful enough?
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this is so much and not enough already, even as the fingertips of his free hand ghost over the edge of the other's sharp jaw, tracing over the line of it as he hums right back, keeping up with the teasing and the prod that he hears more affection in than anything else. ) If I said it was a lucky shot, you'd never let me live it down —
( and he's still smiling, because he can't help it when it's so easy to bring to the surface, something that he thinks is going to be a constant in his expression as long as they stay together like this. he breathes out, then in again, the closeness of their lips distracting enough in itself that he could very well miss again, but he's really, really not that bad of a shot. ) I knew you could be helpful when you wanted to be.
( and with his own bit of teasing being tossed right back so easily, he presses in close again, finally finding his mark in the form of the softest little kiss, a tentative sort of thing that sends tingles all through him, from the back of his neck down to the ends of his bare toes. )
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Lance....
[The name's whispered against his lips before Keith leans in to return the kiss, soft and lingering there for a long moment. When he draws back, they're not even an inch apart, just enough to meet Lance's eyes. He doesn't know how they're both still managing to sit on the couch when it feels like someone's turned on a zero-G simulation.]
I never wanna kiss anyone else again.
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not even the sound of his name can break his train of thought here, because that train is simple and monosyllabic, nothing but keith, keith, keith at the forefront and the back of his mind, every place in between that could have been taken up by any number of things before this.
( but he does hear, it, as well as the words that follow, and he can't help but to smile into that next kiss because it's everything he'd never thought he would have, everything that he'd never thought he deserved, warm and solid and real and right in front of him. he's dizzy with it, lightheaded and turned upside down but in the best way possible. )
he meets the other's gaze, simultaneously taking his bottom lip between both of his own and nipping at it gently, playfully. ) Good, 'cause I don't want you to. ( pause, and then: ) Neither do I.
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Hand shifting down to rest on Lance's chest, his fingers close around his shirt, holding him close as he swipes his tongue over Lance's lower lip, then nips back in kind. There are so many reasons why this is objectiely a bad idea that it's almost laughable. They're sitting on the couch outside where anyone can just walk in on them kissing. In fact, they will walk out and see, if Shiro's up at dawn, too, but damn does Keith not care right now.
Kissing Lance, showing him that he's wanted every bit as much as Keith himself feels wanted is just about the only thing that matters. Eyes bright, Keith pulls back only to kiss Lance's neck. And then... feeling that's not enough, Keith leaves a trail of playful bites down Lance's neck, murmuring softly between nips.]
How have we never kissed before...?
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what it all boils down to is that kisses are nice, and words aren't necessary. keith's kisses are nice, with the sharp little edge they have to them brought on by that one little nip of his own teeth, something playful and sweet the longer they stay close like this. like … it's something lance never wants to give up, because he's finally found a place in this too-large universe that he belongs, and it's such a heady, dizzying thing that he's almost sure he could get drunk off that feeling alone.
and it's something he doesn't ever want to give up.
they should think about where they are, in a public sort of place where either of their respective roommates could walk out and catch them — but they don't, and it seems like they aren't going to, especially with the way the other's tongue teases along his bottom lip to the point of this one trying to chase it. making a disgruntled little noise in the back of his throat when he can't keep up, a noise that morphs into something soft and pleased at the line of subsequently-placed nips, fingers unconsciously sinking into dark hair to drag blunt nails over his scalp. )
I … mm. I dunno. ( he's distracted. because you're distracting. this lack of words is entirely your fault.
but he does make an attempt to nip at his jaw in return, any part of him he can reach, because it feels like he isn't touching him enough. kissing him enough. ) I say we make up for lost time.
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Sounds good to me.
[And god -- he means it with every fiber of his soul. There isn't a single part of him that doesn't just want to melt into Lance's warmth and just share everything with him. There isn't a single thing in the world that could be more perfect than simply holding Lance close. Tilting his head up a little, he leaves a kiss on the underside of Lance's jaw before forcing himself to put more space between them just so he can take Lance in again with fresh eyes. Seing the way Lance's hair is mussed up from sleeping on the couch gets Keith to laugh again.]
Lance, your hair.
[He reaches out patting down a mop of soft curls, filled with so much fondness that his heart feels like it might burst. Another moment and some self awareness on just how ridiculous his own probable bed head kicks in.]
...I was going to wash up. You distracted me.
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perfect is about as cliched as one can get about something like this, but as they say, if the shoe fits —
both hands find their way into unruly dark hair, not so much in an attempt to smooth keith's own bedhead but perhaps make it just a little bit worse, a grin etching its way into lance's expression as it does precisely as he predicts and stands even more on end when he pulls back. it's something, to see keith like this, soft and open with nothing to hide, and his heart swells so much in his chest that it might just burst through his ribs.
but then his face lights up like christmas with a thought brought on by what the other says next. ) I have an idea. ( famous last words. )
Instead of just washing up … wanna do a face mask with me? You won't regret it, I promise.