( and here we thought lance would be the one to make things awkward; both of you are terrible at this but it's more than okay, because there is a sudden thought in the back of his mind that brings itself around to the forefront, and it's not one that he's going to find himself ignoring.
he breathes out a small note, something that might almost be a huff but doesn't quite manage it as he feels allura's thumb brush over the backs of his knuckles. any touch of hers is another that he won't find himself ignoring, and while it seems like both of them are hell-bent on talking when there's no real need for it, he can't exactly blame them because he might defer to that when he has no other idea of what to do.
except. in this instance? he knows exactly what he wants to do, and there's a scant few seconds in which he bolsters himself against the nerves that are steadily creeping their way to the surface. because now is no time to be nervous. and now is no time to hesitate — ) Everything's good, Allura —
( everything is great —
because as sentimental as she is, as much as her words shiver their way to the bottom of his heart and stay there — because he wants to know that everything is all right, that they're all on the same page, he still wants to move forward with everything in him — he pauses as long as he needs to press a fleeting kiss to the corner of her mouth, something that says something along the lines of i'll be back for more before fingers curl around the back of keith's neck again.
and he. seeks to return the kiss the other had given him previously, a sharp little thing with the press of teeth to his bottom lip as he sucks it into his mouth, just short of playful and every bit wanting, because he's been wanting to kiss him again for a while now, and.
well. maybe he's adopting some of those impulsive tendencies. )
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Date: 2019-02-04 04:14 am (UTC)he breathes out a small note, something that might almost be a huff but doesn't quite manage it as he feels allura's thumb brush over the backs of his knuckles. any touch of hers is another that he won't find himself ignoring, and while it seems like both of them are hell-bent on talking when there's no real need for it, he can't exactly blame them because he might defer to that when he has no other idea of what to do.
except. in this instance? he knows exactly what he wants to do, and there's a scant few seconds in which he bolsters himself against the nerves that are steadily creeping their way to the surface. because now is no time to be nervous. and now is no time to hesitate — ) Everything's good, Allura —
( everything is great —
because as sentimental as she is, as much as her words shiver their way to the bottom of his heart and stay there — because he wants to know that everything is all right, that they're all on the same page, he still wants to move forward with everything in him — he pauses as long as he needs to press a fleeting kiss to the corner of her mouth, something that says something along the lines of i'll be back for more before fingers curl around the back of keith's neck again.
and he. seeks to return the kiss the other had given him previously, a sharp little thing with the press of teeth to his bottom lip as he sucks it into his mouth, just short of playful and every bit wanting, because he's been wanting to kiss him again for a while now, and.
well. maybe he's adopting some of those impulsive tendencies. )