lance: how are we gonna convince these aliens we’re fake married?
keith: pffft. good luck. we can barely stand in the same room without arguing
lance: give me your hand
keith, pining and grouchy: really?? hand-holding like a bunch of grade schoolers?! like they’re ever gonna-
lance uncurling his fingers and kissing them:
keith breathlessly: -take us seriously
lance turning his head to press soft hot kisses up keith’s palm and wrist: i’m really sorry about this
keith hoarsely: do whatever you want. for the mission
lance stroking his cheek: for the mission
keith: have your eyes always been that colour?
lance: and what colour is that?
keith: beautiful
lance laughing and flushing, bumping their noses together: don’t tease me
keith holding onto his collar: i like teasing you
lance: i think i wanna kiss you now
keith, feeling a pang: for the mission
lance whispering: or we could ignore the mission
keith pressing their foreheads together: lance-
alien: excuse me paladins
lance, still looking into keith’s eyes: not now circus clown
alien: the galra are attacking
lance tugging on keith’s mullet and softly kissing him while both of them try to hide how wide they’re smiling:
alien: we’re under fire and i’m literally holding someone’s leg
lance and keith still kissing:
alien: ok half the building has just been blown off but by all means please continue
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