The Memories We Shared (Now Hurt More Than Ever) [9]
So, it turns out that I remember that this fic exists! Crazy, right? This is dedicated to @otterobsession. I’m sorry it’s out a million times later than I promised it would be. But hey, at least I did update, right?
Keith had been awake for hours, but it didn't feel like it. There was still that dreamy sort of sleepiness wrapped around him, making the world seem hazy and beautiful. He'd slept better than he'd slept in a long time, the euphoria that came with kissing Lance bleeding into his dreams and allowing the moment to last even longer. But his dreams could never accurately capture just how soft Lance's lips were, or the warmth of his chest through his rain soaked shirt. His dreams were great, amazing, indescribable, but the only way to truly capture the feeling was to kiss Lance again.
Keith bit his lip, pulling his covers over his head. He was alone in his room but somehow he still felt exposed. He traced a thumb over hip lips, sinking back into the feeling of kissing Lance and thinking about how excited he was to kiss him again. Because he was excited. In fact, it felt to him like it'd be the only thing he'd be able to think about for awhile.
Finally a knock on the door startled him out from under the covers and he could immediately feel the flush flooding his cheeks at the idea of being caught fantasizing about Lance, even though he knew that they couldn't see him daydreaming.
“Are you still sleeping?” Shiro's voice floated through the door.
“No, I'm—” Keith cleared his throat, burying his face back into his covers. “awake,” he finished lamely.
That seemed to be all the permission Shiro needed and suddenly he was opening the door. “Well then get your lazy ass up, we're making breakfast.”
“I'll be there in a minute.” Keith's response was muffled through the comforter but it was enough for Shiro who retreated to the kitchen, leaving the door wide open.
With a huff, Keith got out of bed, clicking the door shut for a moment. He wasn’t about to change out of his pajamas, so he didn’t really need to stay in his room, but he did need a moment to get his blush under control and to lock the images and fantasies of kissing Lance to the back of his mind. He was going to tell Shiro and Adam— he’d dated Lance for two years, apparently, so they must know everything about him and their relationship. He was sure they would take it well, really. But somehow, deep inside, he felt like a schoolgirl who had her first crush and it made him want to groan at himself.