#keille

The Black Lion is silently following the coordinates towards Earth, the other four Lions following loosely.

The comms were quiet as they should be. Keith had offered to stay awake as the others slept, promising to do the same when they wake up.

Now, they’re all peacefully sleeping, save for one sneaky Altean.

Romelle took one of the personal pods and launched herself towards the Black Lion, confident that Keith will pick her up.

She was right.

Keith, however, was not amused.

“What would have happened if I didn’t see you?” Was his greeting when she entered through Black’s open mouth.

Romelle crossed her arms and puffed, “You would have found me anyway.”

Keith sighed and calmed down a bit, remembering to keep his temper around Romelle since she can also get just as heated, but she is still quite emotional. Once he calmed down, he gently asked, “What were you doing out there?”

Romelle turned sheepish and blushed, “I missed you.”

Keith’s tense muscles relax and he smiled softly, grabbing Romelle’s hand in his and led her to the cockpit, “Come on.”

He led her in the cockpit, Romelle gaping in awe as she brushed her hand on the fine machinery. Keith slid off his chest plate and chuckled when he saw Romelle gape adorably.

“Ro?” The blonde then turned around, her mouth still slack, and she tilted her head when saw Keith without his chest plate.

“Come on,” he chuckled, “Let’s cuddle on the pilot seat.”

Romelle watched as her boyfriend sat in the pilot seat and she lifted an inquisitive brow, “What’s a cuddle?”

Keith smiled and patted his lap, “Come, sit and I’ll show you.”

Romelle slowly sat on Keith’s lap, awkward in the odd position. Keith chuckled and Romelle blushed at the face he was making. It was the smug, cute, adorable look he gives when he knows something she doesn’t.

“Look, Ro, you face this way and turn your feet there,” he directed as he shifted her position so her legs hung over the pilot seat, “and now you lean against me,” he gently laid her head on the crook of his neck.

“Oh,” Romelle paused, “This is comfy.”

Keith smiled as he felt Romelle’s slim fingers intertwine with his, “Yeah, it is.”

Then Keith started twirling his thumb on her hand, his thumb outlining a heart on her skin as he lazily placed kisses on her forehead.

Romelle smiled and she studied their intertwined hands before whispering, “Your hands are so big.”

Keith pulled away from her forehead and laughed quietly, Romelle giggling before adding, “It’s true! They are!”

Keith shook his head, placing a kiss on her cheek, “You are too cute for your own good, Ro.”

Keith a hand on her cheek, “You are too good for me.”

Romelle’s ears drooped and she lifted a hand to his scarred cheek, her thumb caressing the purple scar, “On the contrary, Keith, you are perfect for me. And I’m perfect for you. Don’t ever put yourself down, Keith.”

Keith smiled at his girlfriend and gently joined their lips, Romelle humming sweetly at the contact.

It was a lazy kiss. The slow movement of their lips having no sexual undertones. Just sweet, sleepy love.