;WARNINGS; NONE REALLY. EXCEPT SOME CUSSING.

KEITHS POV

I changed into a loose sweatshirt and some black leggings. Pulling back some of my mullet with a hairbow and sat down on my bed. I picked up a book Pidge had let me borrow and opened it up, some hair falling infront of my face. Before I could really start reading a knock sounded at my door. I sighed and set my book aside and opened the door. I groaned when I was met with a happy faced Lance. His face seemed to falter and turn a light pink for some reason. I coughed. "Lance? What do you want?" He shook his head. "Oh, um I wanted to spar with someone...?" I rubbed my face. "Lance why can't Pidge or Hunk or just someone besides me go with you?" He started counting on his fingers. "Hunk and Coran are baking, Shiro is out with Allura somewhere, Pidge is no where to be found." He looked at me hopefully and I just couldnt say no. "Fine."

Lance smirked. "I knew you wouldn't back down from a challenge. Ill TOTALLY beat your ass this time." I rolled my eyes and walked down the hallway with him. "Not likely, cargo pilot." He half-heartedly scowled my way. "Fighter pilot, mullet-head." We continued to nip at eachother untill we made it to the training deck. Lance took a defensive stance. I raised a brow. "Hand-to-hand combat?" Lance shrugged. "Sure. Unless your afraid of getting pinned~." The way he said it made my ears glow a subtle pink. I didn't answer and just took my stance.

We circled eachother for a minute until Lance made the first move. He tried to punch with his right but I quickly ducked and hit his left side. He let out a grunt but suprisingly caught my face with another right punch. I hissed in pain and blocked a kick. I noticed his off-balance stance and swiped his feet out from under him. I smirked until I heard a loud. "OW SHIT!" And saw Lance collapse weirdly unto the floor.

I gasped and knelt down to him. "Lance are you ok?" His eyes were screwed shut in pain. "Agh, shit Keith I think you sprang my ankle!" I gingerly lifted him up unto one leg. "Here try and put pressure to it. Ill help." He slowly set his foot down only to quickly pull back with a apined yelp. "N-Nope. Can't put pressure on it." I didn't hesitate and picked him up. I positioned him in my arms to where I was holding him bridal style...

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LANCES POV

"Agh, shit Keith I think you sprang my ankle!" I hissed in pain. My left ankle was throbbing and in intense pain. Kieth gently stood me onto one leg. I was thoroughly suprised at how gentle he was being. "Here try and put pressure to it. Ill help." I obeyed and slowly tried to set my foot down. A stabbing pain shot up my leg and I retracted with a yelp. "N-Nope. Can't put pressure on it."

I blushed lightly knowing it was Keith's fault for making me distracted. Yes he knocked me off my feet, but only because he had thrown me off my game. When I caught a glimpse of his ass in those tight leggings...I froze. He just looked so damn good. Then he sprang my ankle. Not good.

My thoughts came to a stop as the world suddenly spun and I was off the ground completely. I blushed as I realized I was sitting in Keith's arms bridal style. "K-Kieth what are you doing!?" I exclaimed, covering my face to hide my blush. "I have to take you to Coran. You can't walk. So im carrying you." Kieth explained bluntly as he started to move. I put a hand to his chest. "WAIT! Keith n-no one can see us like this!" He looked confused and froze. "Why?" I sputtered for an answer but couldn't give him one without revealing my feelings. 

He smiled. "Are you embaressed?" I nodded and he laughed. "Cute." I blinked at him. "I-Im cute?" It was his turn to blush. "W-What?" I smirked, my confidence coming back. "You said I was cute." Keith's blush grew. Oh how the tables have turned. "U-Uhm...er I-" I wrapped my arms around his neck and cut him off with a kiss. He gave a suprised 'mmhp!' and kissed back. We stood there for many ticks until Pidges mockery cut our mini makeout short. "So when is the wedding?" She(he) smirked. I mustered up the best glare I could from my position. "Shut it pidgeon." She(he) laughed harder. Keith took that as our que and took us out of the room. "Hey Kieth." He made a 'hmm?' sound. I kissed his cheek softly. "I think your cute too." He smiled down at me. "Thanks, cargo pilot." I giggled. "No problem, mullet-head."

 SORRY ITS REALLY LATE AND THIS IS PROBS SHIT BC IM TIRED AF AND CAN'T GET ANY SLEEP.