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[His mind gets a liiiiittle ahead of himself when Keith checks them into a hotel, for obvious hormone addled reasons. Said thoughts end up falling flat when he notices that there are two beds. Oh well.

Though it does seem kind of odd... It isn't as if he and Keith don't usually share a bed these days, anyway. So why two? Either or, it's nice to be indoors for a little bit to warm up, and he takes off his jacket and boots as well.]

I'm just gonna wash and dry up a little to make sure I don't end up a sticky marshmallow, okay?

Yeah, sure.

[Oh, Lance. If only Keith could read minds. But, he doesn't even seem to notice that there are two beds. As Lance headed into the bathroom, he flopped back on one of them to relax.]

[If only. Actually, it's probably for the best that he can't.

As much as Lance wants a nice, hot shower and a good change of clothes, he doesn't want to spend forever in there. Plus, he doesn't have a change of clothes. So he just does his best to clean up, glad that the snow hasn't sunk into the fabric of his clothing much.

He's out of the bathroom about ten minutes later.]

There we go. All good.

[Keith sat up, and then smiled a little at seeing Lance. Without getting up, he reached over and grabbed Lance's hands, pulling him close so he could hug him.]

Good.

We still have like an hour before the dinner reservation, so...

[He shrugged a little.]

I figured we could chill for a bit.

Chilling is good.

[Yay, dinner. It wouldn't be a date without dinner somewhere, after all. For now, Lance just holds him close a little while longer. Despite them recently coming out from the cold, Keith is already warm again.]

Good.

[Keith shifted a bit so Lance had room to join him. It was a typical two double-bed room, no king size, but they were pretty much the same size beds as the ships. He smirked a little.]

So... what do you want to do for an hour?

[Yes... he just asked that.]

[He shifts as well to be properly next to him. When he asks that question, Lance's face goes pink, because of course it does.]

You can't just ask me a question like that!

[Keith grinned.]

Oh? Why not?

[He knew exactly what he was asking.]

B-because! You know exactly why!

[Lance groans a little. This is so unfair.]

[Keith leaned in close.]

Do I? I might have forgotten.

[He kissed Lance's neck.]

You might need to remind me.

[His neck is sensitive, and he knows that Keith knows that. Lance's fingers twitch against Keith's back, where he's still holding him.]

You can't just tease me like this! That's just...mean.

What tease?

[More kissing.]

Don't play coy with me!

[He mumbles the complaint, because when Keith's kissing his neck, Lance can't really muster up any fight in him.]

I'm not playing coy.

[Though, it was a little hard to tell if Lance was legitimately protesting at this point. So, Keith let up a little bit, pressing his face against Lance's neck to give the other Paladin a short break in order to think.]

Why would you think that?

B-because. Um... Because...

[Lance trails off. Maybe he's overthinking it? But he can't be, could he?]

I mean... I don't know. I just-- I'm, uh, kind of nervous, okay? Not exactly about this, but about making a mistake because I'm me. I don't want to get the wrong idea here and mess things up.

[That got Keith to pull back for real so he could look at Lance full on.]

Since when have you known me to be subversive?

[Keith knew he wasn't the best at communicating, but he wasn't exactly the type to dance around the bush when he felt it was right to tell someone what he thought and when he had the words to express it.]

Look... I'll let you know if it goes somewhere I'm not ready, and you let me know the same for you, okay? Then, we just... take it easy there. No hard feelings. Right?

That...sounds reasonable.

[He's still afraid he's going to get over eager and accidentally try to push too far, to be honest. Lance doesn't want to screw up what he's got going with Keith over something like this, but at the same time... Maybe he can have at least a little confidence in having some self control. Hopefully. He's made it this far over most nights spent together with just some making out, right? He can stop himself from totally blowing this.

(Har har, he thinks.)

Mind settled, he nods, pulling Keith into a proper kiss, nice and slow and deep, trying to convey his gratitude.]

[Keith closed his eyes, returning the kiss and glad Lance agreed. He eased his arms around his boyfriend, holding him close. What better way to warm up than some quality time with one's significant other, right?

Keith pulled back just a little from one of the kisses, almost teasing by keeping his face close, but not quite, and gently leaned to the side so that their combined weight would make it hard to Lance to stay upright. He smiled a bit as he did it, too.]

[Keith would. Lance doesn't really fight it, though, just lets his boyfriend roll him onto his back on the bed. He reaches up to trail his hands along Keith's sides, eventually sliding up his shirt so he can touch the bare skin of his waist.]

I should've saved time and just come out of the bathroom wearing nothing but one of those fuzzy bathrobes.

[Keith chuckled a bit, shivering just a little at Lance's light touch around his waist.]

There's still dinner, you know.

But... I did get the room for the whole night.

Then I guess we're just going to have to make do with the appetizer for now. And dessert afterwards.

[He smirks up at him, sliding his hands up along his back.]

I mean, you're definitely stoking my appetite.

[Keith smiled a little and then leaned down to kiss Lance again.]

That can work.

[He shifted a bit, sliding across to end up on top so he could kiss at Lance's neck again, softly and lightly running the tip of his tongue up his pulse point like that day on the Iskaulit. His breath brushed over Lance's skin, Keith knowing exactly what he was doing to the other boy.]

Keith--

[That's good, because Lance is fairly clueless, especially with his brain barely working right now. He drags his nails up Keith's back, not hard enough to leave marks or anything, but enough that he can feel it.]

[The nails were new, and Keith paused for a moment at the sound of his name.]

Is that okay?

[Too far?]

Very okay. Uh, I didn't scratch you too hard or anything, did I...?

[He looks a little worried, hoping he didn't mess things up just when they started.]

I thought it might feel good for you...

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