flik98: sp4c3-0ddity:honestlyprettychill: These two would absolutely do breakfast dates in their p
flik98: sp4c3-0ddity: honestlyprettychill: These two would absolutely do breakfast dates in their pajamas XD @honestlyprettychill i hope you don’t mind: Lance can’t believe he convinced Pidge to get out of bed before eleven, but the simple promise that no, we don’t have to change our clothes, perked her up. Her eyes peered over the edge of the covers, an untidy nest of wavy brown hair concealing most of her forehead, and she said, “Promise you’ll pay too and you’ve got a deal.” Lance can’t believe the strength of Pidge’s sweet tooth, from her ordering a milkshake with breakfast - she swears they’ll share it - to the mountain of peanut butter and chocolate chip pancakes drowning in syrup on her plate. It’s an odd contrast with his simple eggs and bacon with a biscuit, but Pidge claims if there’s one thing she missed in space, it’s sweets. “Sure, there are sweet things on other planets - carbohydrates exist anywhere with carbon-based lifeforms - but they were always off thanks to some weird aftertaste like the one you get from drinking Diet Coke or just tasting plain weird. Even the fruit tasted wrong sometimes.” Hunk doubtless would have a more scientific explanation - he’s always been stronger in chemistry than Pidge, to her chagrin - but all Lance could reply was that sometimes, home tastes better than adventure. Pidge stared at him then like his words were a revelation before she kissed him till they were both breathless. Lance can’t believe the wonder that fills him when Pidge finishes every last bite of her gargantuan order of pancakes. He watches her slurp up the last few sips of their cookies and cream milkshake - he’s pretty sure she ended up drinking most of it anyway - before she settles back in the booth, chewing absently at the end of her straw. Lance’s feet extend across the floor under the table until one of his ankles hooks around Pidge’s. The tip of her fuzzy slippers - and those are never resting on the floor of their little flat ever again - brushes the skin peeking out underneath the hem of his flannel pajama pants, spreading warmth from that single point of contact. A smile tugs at his lips as he rests an elbow on the table, his own plate sitting empty. “You got a little something there,” he says, touching the tip of his nose. Pidge grins sheepishly as she follows suit, her fingertip hitting a dried bit of chocolate stuck to her nose. “Oh, thanks.” She reaches for her napkin, but Lance is quicker. He dips the corner of a clean paper napkin in his water glass and reaches across to wipe at the tip of her nose. The chocolate sticks stubbornly enough that Lance’s tongue pokes out in concentration, Pidge’s eyes crossed to keep his hand in view. When he finally cleans it off, it’s not just her nose that’s pink. Lance laughs, amused by her reaction - and surprised that something so simple can fluster her so. “Why are you so embarrassed, Pidge?” he wonders. “I’m not,” she grumbles, rolling her eyes, “but you’re paying me back by buying me another milkshake.” “On one condition,” Lance says. “What?” she says, a wary frown on her face. “We actually share it.” Pidge grins, a mischievous glint in her eyes when she teases, “Like you wouldn’t just taking it if I don’t; you do have a habit of stealing my stuff.” It’s Lance’s turn to blush at her ribbing - her green headphones lie broken somewhere in the back of a drawer - and at the reminder, because he can’t believe that somehow, someway, he stole her heart as surely as she stole his. AHHHH IT GOT BETTER This is so beautiful!!! -- source link
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