driftfleet | Recovery Time

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Recovery Time

Who: Keith, Team Voltron, Open
Broadcast: To Team Voltron
Action: Huntress, Iskaulit, The Melting Pot
When: Varies

Happy Birthday (Late)

On the Huntress, as the Fleet leaves the system

[Keith found the crate in the cargo bay. Having seen what comes from these already, he was slightly concerned. Lance had gotten one for his birthday. He wasn't sure what to think about this. He stepped forward and, sure enough, it was for him.

He took a deep breath, glanced around to make sure he was alone, and then opened it.

...

A Onsie?

A plush

A new jacket

Another plush

A sword...?

Man... Keith was pretty sure he didn't want anyone to see this... which meant it was highly likely someone else on the ship was going to as he tried to figure out what to do with it.]

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Happy Late Birthday, the Party Edition

On the Iskaulit, two days after Friendsgiving

[Shiro and Lance had gotten permission from Jarvis to use the Melting Pot for a small birthday dinner for Keith. It was over a month late, but the cannibal race clearly didn't care about Keith's birthday. Now that things had calmed down, it was time to do something nice for their teammate. Respecting Keith's dislike for large, noisy parties, they'd gone the smaller "family dinner" type of event route.

Invited: Team Voltron, Huntress crew, Kirk, Kate, Sokka, Kaname, Freya, Luna, Arthur, Kitty, Vash, Prompto, Katie, Looma, Lumière, almost anyone who's had positive CR with Keith... if you're not sure, ask. Party crashers are cool, but antagonistic crashers will be escorted out.]

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Finding Space

On the Iskaulit, during the birthday party as Keith excused himself to the "bathroom" for a moment

[Keith had managed to get some time away from the party using the excuse that he needed a short break. He appreciated it, sure, but it was a little overwhelming to be the center of attention for this long. So, he headed out for a bit. He'd go back, but he needed some air... or space... or something.

He stepped into a small space he'd never noticed before. It was empty, but he'd been debating a few things for a while now, like how the team was split between different ships, and it would be nice for them to have a shared space to hang out. He took some time looking it over before heading back to the party. It seemed like a cool idea. He'd tell them after the party was over...]

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Video to Team Voltron

On the Huntress, the day after the birthday party

Hey, guys... I found something on the Iskaulit last night I kind of wanted to show you. Mind meeting me there?

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Decorating Lessons

On the Iskaulit, December 1

[So, for fun, since there wasn't much in the space, yet, anyway, and because Lance had gotten his hands on a bunch of Christmas decorations somehow, Team Voltron was decorating their new space. Mistletoe, anyone?

The space will eventually be private, but it's not hard to find, and the team welcomes friends, so feel free to stop by and watch them be silly with decorations!]

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Your room wouldn't look nearly as good without my drawings.

[He grins at him as he starts fiddling with some of the tinsel. Hmm, it's Christmas... Christmas needs the proper decorations...]

Only you would think that. I can easily do without some of them, thanks.

[Keith just gave him a smirk.]

You say that now, but...

[He fiddles a bit more. These aren't proper Christmas decorations, but...

And his mind, right now? It's currently going back to his most recent conversation with Pidge. Lance is distracted, half of his attention on the decoration, half on Keith, as he starts to have a little bit of an internal crisis.

Crisis a strong word. Internal...something.]

Hey, Keith. Help me with this? It's not perfect, but...

[The idea hits him. It's such a Lance idea, and he knows it could very well end in total disaster. But after all that's happened so far, the closeness they've had, the hints both between them and what he's learned otherwise...

Lance really just has to put up, right?

He doesn't have actual mistletoe, not exactly. But he's twining together some garland to look as close as it can to it, hanging it up.]

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[Keith just chuckled a bit, but then looked up at Lance as he asked for help. He blinked, curious as to what Lance was doing with the garland. The idea of it being a garland and not being made into something else was a little stuck in his head, and he wasn't getting the hint.]

What do you need?

[Sure, he'd help... with... whatever that was...?]

Uh. So.... How much do you know about Christmas traditions?

[Possibly little? He knows Keith isn't exactly the best when it comes to this kind of stuff.]

[Keith shrugged.]

I dunno. I mean, I probably don't know them all, but I know enough.

[Tree. Decorations. Ugly sweaters. Stupid sappy TV specials. Among other things.]

Why do you ask?

Well, er, this box doesn't have everything so I'm just kind of finangling some of it.

[He twists the garland a little more in his hand, adds bits of anothet, and holds it out.]

This work as mistletoe?

[Keith tilted his head a little and then shrugged.]

Sure, I guess. Though, do we really need it? Shiro kind of told us to lay off the whole matchmaking thing for a while. It might still be a little soon for that.

I wasn't thinking about Shiro and Kate.

[He reaches up, hanging it above them as best he can, clearing his throat. Lance faces him, wearing an expression he very rarely does--shyness.]

[Keith raised his eyebrows a little.]

You weren't?

[Wait... did he mean...?]

Then, uh... who...?

[No... that couldn't be it... could it?]

[Lance can't quite tell if Keith is genuinely ignorant, or willfully so. Either way, he knows he's not going to get another chance like this for a while. There's only so much pining he can do.

Now or never, he tells himself.

He raises a hand to cup Keith's cheek, though the other boy can likely feel it trembling from nerves. Slowly, in order to give Keith an out if he wants it, he leans in--

Keith's lips are a little chapped, but that's the only complaint he has, because he's kissing Keith. Or rather, he's kissed Keith; it's too early in this instant to tell how the other feels about it, but lips are on lips.]

[Really, it was more just confirming a thought because Keith was starting to learn that he shouldn't make assumptions when it came to how people felt about him. He often got it wrong. And Lance's feelings were the last thing right now that he should be jumping to conclusions about.

That was definitely proved right by the Blue Paladin's next move. Keith instinctively tensed from the shock, his body going into something of a flight-or-fight mode, but he squashed it down as quickly as he could. About 80 million questions flew through his head all at the same time, the primary one being was this real or just for the makeshift mistletoe? The secondary one was do I actually like it?

The fact that Lance might be nervous finally registered through his own shocked fog of emotions when that tiny tremble in his hand was suddenly apparent to Keith. That... that was real... and he focused on that for a second as a few more pieces fell into place.

Lance was kissing him.

Lance was kissing him.

Lance was kissing him.

And not just because of the mistletoe.

Panic! Keith startled himself out of the moment and pulled back a bit. He didn't step away, but he yanked his head back from the kiss in alarm. The actual time between lip contact and pulling back was fairly short, even with everything Keith's reaction put him through. His eyes were wide and surprised.]

Did you- what- why are you-

[He couldn't put words together, stammering out incomplete sentences as he tried to process what just happened.]

Do you- wha-what are you doing?

[There. That was a sentence, right? It sounded like one.]

[He's not surprised when Keith jerks back in response, though it does make his chest tighten up in a not too good way. Still, he hasn't stormed off just yet, which must at least mean something, yes?]

...Kissing you. What else would you call that?

[He drops his gaze to the ground for the moment, feeling even more nervous than he did when he actually kissed him. Even his usual snarky, joking comments are way too hard to make right now, and he doesn't think he can pull this off as a joke even if he tried.]

B-but-but... but why?

[Keith's voice cracked slightly. Keith could practically feel his need to throw up those defensive walls he usually kept between everyone else and himself. He'd been working on trying to bring them down, but he was suddenly nervous, too, and the one thing he wanted more than anything was to get away from the source of his anxiety... and that, at the moment, was Lance.]

This had better not be some sort of weird prank!

[His tone was defensive, jumpy, maybe even a little scared. And, deep down, part of Keith knew it wasn't, but that part was having a hard time being heard over all the other alarm sirens blaring in the back of his head. He'd been burned before... even by Lance... and he was honestly afraid to look deeper into what this might be.]

This isn't! Do you think I'd kiss someone as a prank? Kiss you as a prank? If I wanted to prank you, I'd, I dunno, put hair dye in your shampoo! Not mack on you!

[He feels a little defensive himself, to be honest, at the sort of accusation. But he's doing the best he can to stay calm, because he knows very well that Keith is likely having a freak out.]

I meant it, okay?

[Lance finally manages to look up again, forcing himself to maintain eye contact so that Keith can tell he's not lying.]

I meant it. I wanted to kiss you. I still do. I--I like you, Keith, okay? Not just like, but like like. And I was so afraid I'd mess everything up between us if I told you, but I couldn't help myself, and...

[Keith could feel his pulse racing, and he was having trouble keeping his breathing calm. He wasn't sure if this was a panic attack or something else, but, when Lance looked back up at him, it was hard not to see the sincerity.

Lance liked him, and wanted to move that forward... for real. Keith furrowed his brow as he listened, clenching his jaw for a second as he let that process for just a tiny split second. He let it process with the fact that, yes, he had actually liked the kiss. And, yes, he did actually like Lance in return. Something he hadn't been sure of before, but this certainly snapped all of that into the forefront.

And, as Lance's voice trailed off near the end of his statement, Keith made a choice. He wasn't good at words. He wasn't good at apologizing or making things right after getting people angry at him. Talking at this point was likely to just make everything else worse again. Being a person of action, it was action that came to mind.

Lance didn't finish his sentence, but he didn't need to. Keith lightly grabbed the front of Lance's shirt with both hands, leaned in, and kissed him back. Firm, sure, and definitely not allowing for any mistake on what it might mean.]

[Oh.

....Oh.

Lance's eyes are wide with surprise when he's pulled in for a kiss, one that's definitely firm enough to let him know Keith's intentions. It's so Keith, he thinks, to just give up on words and express himself like this. It's one of the oh so very many reasons Lance has been charmed by him in the first place (even if the lack of proper communication wasn't always cute, but).

He lets one of his arms drape across Keith's shoulders, pulling him closer but still loosely enough to not make him feel trapped or anything. Lance himself has no intention of moving right now, and kisses him back eagerly, feeling like he's struck gold.]

[Once he felt Lance's arm across his back, Keith released the shirt and slid his own around his torso, obviously not letting go right away, either. After a moment, he finally pulled back again, but gently this time, and he rested his forehead against Lance's, catching his breath.]

Was that what you were going for?

[Keith lifted his eyes just enough to peer at Lance through those overgrown bangs.]

Y-yeah.

[He clears his throat, giving proper speaking a second try. Lance is smiling widely. Honestly, he still can't believe this is happening.]

It was. So, uh. I like you. You like me. We should make something of it.

[...

He wasn't always good with words.]

What I mean is, did you want this to be a thing? A boyfriends thing? Because I'd totally love this to be a boyfriends thing.

[Keith waited for Lance to finish talking this time, raising an eyebrow at the first try. Wow... Mr Smooth, there. Keith was amused. And people said he was bad at words. It sounded almost like Lance was trying too hard not to make something a pick up line. The corner of his mouth quirked a little into a smirk.]

Yeah? [His eyes shifted to look off to one side for a moment.] It doesn't sound like a bad idea.

Awesome. Awesome. Space ranger partners just got upgraded to space ranger boyfriends.

[He's trying his best, alright? The bad pick up lines and puns are an inevitable eventuality, but right now, he can't have Keith running away when they've just barely started.

Lance gives him another kiss, because he can, and grins.]

[And then Lance had to say that. Keith quirked an eyebrow, and then sighed, shaking his head a bit. What did he get into? He did, however, still kiss Lance back. Lance might be a dork, but now he was Keith's dork, and Keith was actually okay with this. He smiled back, letting out a small huff of a chuckle in response.]

Hey. There are like, about a million and twenty seven other jokes I could be making now. Be proud of me for behaving.

[He reaches out, twirling a lock of Keith's bangs around his fingers.]

...hey, can I...?

[Keith gave an amused sigh and shook his head a little again with a small smile.]

Fine.

[He couldn't even think of anything else to answer that with.

His eyes widened a little, though, and then crossed slightly to watch Lance's finger as the sniper played with his hair.]

Can you... what...?

[He refocused back on Lance's face.]

Your hair. Uh... Okay, this is going to sound really awkward and I really really hope this doesn't come out creepy, but can I just...touch it a little?

[Oh my god, as soon as the words are out of his mouth he realizes it's such a perfect set-up for a "that's what she said" joke, but he holds it back. Even if he's practically in physical pain from doing so.]

I know I make fun of it a lot, but I'm gonna lie if I said I never thought about running my fingers through it.

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