PV- Cookie Bits
And here’s a bloody tiny peace offering for making ya’ll wait for PV for literally ever.
A TINY ITSY BITSY PIECE of the next chapter cause I’m trash at 1am.
You guessed it, the start of the cookie date.
Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to get wired off of cookies this afternoon, but judging by the way Keith had taken a deep breath in when they entered the little bakery and had nearly melted on the spot, Lance figured he could have done worse.
“Got a sweet tooth?” Lance asked, a chuckle in his voice.
Keith bit his lip and turned toward the display with an assortment of types of cookies, “I wouldn’t say that. Just. It smells good. You’re telling me you don’t like the smell of baked goods?”
He looked a little embarrassed, like this wasn’t something he’d wanted to admit.
“I do. Though… it’s a bit reminiscent of things. Home. Certain perfumes…”
Some omegas.
Lance of course wasn’t going to say that part out loud. But it did occur to him. And it again reminded him that he couldn’t smell Keith the way he could usually catch a whiff of some kind of sweetness from any other omega that came at him with any kind of intentions. Just another reason why the idea of Keith being an omega, an omega who’d apparently had feelings for Lance this entire time just—
What kind of suppressants was Keith on that he could hide his scent so well?
Lance was torn between asking for himself or so he could slowly ween Keith off the stuff. How was he supposed to know if they were really compatible if he didn’t…?
Ugh, but that was on Lance too.
For the time being, Keith was just a really attractive, really adorable, really soft guy who had a crush on him and whom Lance knew too much about.
Too much he wasn’t supposed to know.
Keith nodded, his face still a little flushed for whatever reason, “I don’t… Uhm. Yeah I guess it’s just. Homey.”
Lance breathed in the smell of sugar and melting chocolate and decided he liked it enough, but it was a little overwhelming.
“Six or twelve?” Lance asked, starting to usher Keith along toward the register.
Keith looked around as if trying to find the menu and failed. Lance, having a good view of it directly beyond Keith’s head, kept his giggling to a minimum.
“Uh. Six I guess is cheaper?”
“I’m buying, don’t base it by price.”
Keith bit his lip and his brows furrowed, “If you’re buying then I’ll take a single cookie and leave it at that.” His eyes read as defiant but the fact he’d accept a single cookie almost killed Lance.
He was. Ridiculous.
“Alright, now you’ve done it. I’m buying a full eighteen and we’re going to eat every single one and die of sugar comas,” Lance marched up to the register and placed his order with barely a glance backward. When he’d finished he turned around expecting to find a petulant Keith only to find the other boy looked mildly frightened.
Lance cocked a brow and Keith managed to croak out, “Dude I can barely stomach two of them.”
At that point Lance couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of him. Just the way Keith’s beautiful eyes were wide, the way his jaw was just a bit slack with doubt, hands limp at his sides, the most ridiculous crinkle in his forehead like he was still trying to understand how this had happened—
“How are you this cute, my god.” Lance choked. As soon as the words escaped him he tried to catch himself and ended up coughing around nothing. Keith’s face went so pink it went down his neck and while this was an incredibly pleasing thing to know, Lance had no idea how he was supposed to function with Keith looking at him like that...
