11 or 30 for the prompt meme? pairing of your choice /chinhands
30. Too quick, mumbled into your scarf
“Oh, god,” Keyleth says, taking the steps two at a time. “I’m so sorry, I lost track of time, and then Scanlan said he needed help with something, and you know how that goes, and then Percy had the car, and––”
“Keyleth,” says Pike, leaning again the side of the building. “It’s alright.”
“I was supposed to be here at six,” she says with a wince. Her cheeks are stained pink by the cold and her hair is a wild, windswept mess. “Our reservation––”
“I called,” Pike says. “They say eight is fine.”
“Oh.” Keyleth opens her mouth, struggling for a response, and settles with, “Right.”
“You look like you’re freezing,” Pike says gently. Keyleth looks down at the ground.
“I left my scarf at the shop,” she tells the concrete steps. “It’s fine. I’m not cold.” She punctuates her statement with a sharp shiver, teeth chattering, and shrugs sheepishly. Pike laughs.
“Here,” she says, pulling off her scarf as she speaks. “Have mine.”
“What? Pike, no, I––” Her argument is muffled as Pike wraps pale blue wool around her girlfriends neck and makes use of her newfound leverage to pull the woman down for a kiss.
Keyleth blushes, going red from the apples of her cheeks to the tips of her ears, and mumbles something into the soft, warm fabric.
“What was that?” Pike asks with a grin.
“I love you,” Keyleth repeats with a tiny, pleased smile. Pike’s grin widens, and offers her hand. Keyleth laces their fingers together.
Christmas lights twinkle in the shop windows across the street from the hospital, and Keyleth holds Pike’s chilly hand in her own as they make their way towards the table for two waiting for them down the road.
