Slipping and sliding

August 1, 3064

The two lovers were in the castle of lions, goofing off as per usual. They were sliding around the hallways in their socks.

Pidge could fathom how beautiful Lance looked. They wanted to tell him so badly but...

That would mess up the friendship. And that friendship was the only thing keeping Pidge alive. They blushed madly at the thought of lance kissing them.

Lance slid up next to Pidge, making his signature finger guns. He made a dumb comment making Pidge laugh and call him 'an idiot.' Pidge stood silent for a moment.

A whimper escaped their lips before they took action. They stood on their tippy-toes, catching the blue paladins arms, and pulling him in. Pidge closed their eyes, letting their lips meet with Lances.

Only if they were that bold. Instead, they stood there daydreaming, until lance snapped in their face.

"Pidgin? Is anybody in there?" Lance ruffled their hair, chuckling at their reaction.

Pidge hoped back, holding their hair, and glaring at Lance. They opened their mouth to speak, but words failed to come out. They mumbled something and crossed their arms.

"What was that, Pidgin?" Lance asked, tracing his pointer finger down their nose, gently bopping it at the end.

Pidge scrunched their nose, a small pout sporting their lips," I said, don't touch me, asshat."

Lance chuckled and started running again, letting his socks guide him the rest of the way. He fell but quickly sat up, showing that astonishing smile. Pidge felt the blush fluttering across their cheeks as they slide down after him, taking a tumble for themselves.

The two laid on their backs, laughing as they stared up at the ceiling. Pidge looked over at Lance, still giggling as they met his eyes. Lance's eyes sparkled ever so gently as the two stared at each other.

"Pidge, has anyone ever told you you're beautiful?" Lance asked, a small smile crossing his lips.

"N-no," They studdered, a pink fluttering across their cheeks, again.

"Well, you are, don't forget it," Lance smiled before getting up and walking down the hall. "Come on."

Pidge hoped onto their feet, their fingers quietly lacing themselves into Lances, as a soft yawn left their lips. Lance glanced down at their hands, not intermingled but chose not to say anything.

The two walked to the kitchen... Well, more like Pidge walked halfway, fell asleep walking so, Lance had to carry them the rest of the way. Pidge wasn't actually unconscious, they were just being lazy.

As the two arrived, they were greeted by Hunk. He had just finished a fresh batch of peanut butter cookies. Pidge lazily opened their eyes, a soft and lazy smile resting on their lips.

"Hey Hunk," they greeted, only 'half' awake at that point.

"Mornin' Pidge. Did you sleep well?"

"Mhm," They gently rubbed their eyes, another soft yawn escaping their lips.

Lance chuckled to himself at the frail girls' sleepiness. They are so beautiful. Especially their eyes, when the light hits them just right it, almost looks like the leaves back home. I wish...

Lance's thought was interrupted by Pidge whining," Lance~. Can you get some cookies and take me back to my room, please~?"

Lance rolled his eyes but followed through with the small human's request.

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December 16, 3067

Pidge was sitting at the edge of the indoor pool. It was small but pleasant. Lance was happily swimming around/ being a show-off, trying to impress his girlfriend. Pidge rolled their eyes and continued reading their book.

Lance swam up next to her, a pout sporting his lips. His eyes were full of joy and passion, he was enjoying himself, for the most part, he just wished they would get in. Pidge glanced down at her boyfriend, their glace falling from atop their head, landing abruptly on their nose, startling them a bit. Lance chuckled and pushed the glasses up onto their face.

"Come in~," Lance begged, pulling their leg.

"Fine, but only because no one else is here," Pidge sighed, gently tossing her T-shirt off onto a spare beach chair.

They were wearing a black chest binder, a size up so they could breathe, with some black bikini bottoms. They generously pulled their hair out of the pigtails, it was kept up in and slide their glasses onto the chair.

They winked at their boyfriend before running and doing an areal into the water. Pidge surfaced, wiping their face, and smiling at the still flustered mess that was her boyfriend.

"I told you I did gymnastics basically my whole life," Pidge hummed as they made their way over to him.

"But- you- how- I-," Lance stuttered, still at a loss for words.

Pidge giggled and wrapped their arms around Lance's neck, cocking their head to the side, blinking ever so softly, making Lance even more flustered.

"Hawven twoble? Awe, is that not cute? Now shut up," Pidge pressed their finger up to lance's lips, silencing him temporarily. "Good, now kiss me."

Lance followed their orders, pressing his lips gently to theirs, his hands slivering down their body, resting tenderly on their waist. The two kissed for a while until Pidge needed air.

"Now, am I allowed to get out lover-boy, or are we swimming more?" Pidge asked, running a hand through their hair.

"D-doesn't m-matter," Lance stuttered out, once again feeling the red rush to his cheeks.

"I'm gonna get out then, alright?"

"Okay, I'll see you in the room."

"Okay," Pidge gripped the edge of the pool and pulled themselves out, walking over to grab their stuff, before reentering the hotel.

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Pidge hoped out of the shower, slide into a pair of boxers, and another loose T-shirt. They casually walked out of the bathroom to see Lance mid change, they ignored him and went to sit on the bed.

Pidge proceeded to pull out their phone, playing who knows what. Lance laid down next to them, his eyes glistening ever so softly, as he snuggled his face into his arm.

There should have been a time and a place, but this wasn't it. Lance didn't need to remind them, their beautiful, he did it enough. Almost every day actually. Lance just quietly ran his eyes over his girlfriend, a soft jumble of words escaping his lips.

"What was that?" Pidge asked, turning off their phone and tossing it to the floor beside the bed.

"I want cuddles," Lance repeated, too tired to function.

"Come here, you big idiot," Pidge opened their arms, and lance was quickly in them.

The two laid together in peaceful silence. Pidges' right leg was under Lance's torso, with the left one resting on top. Lance had his face buried in the crock of Pidges neck, taking in the scent of body wash.

Lance was the first asleep, still practically clinging to his girlfriend for dear life. Pidge rolled her eyes and smiled, playing with lances hair feeling drowsier by the minute. They let themselves fall asleep, their arms wrapped tightly around Lance feeling safe.