21 and on

[the_tailor]

WHO: Lance and you!
WHERE: Tarf system, water world
WHAT: Chillin' out and relaxing during a pit stop
WHEN: July 29 up to August 3
WARNINGS: None!



[As used to spaceships as Lance is, it's good to get out and stretch one's legs. Considering that they're flying into what could very well be a nasty right, even more so. He's been trying not to let his anxiety get the best of him. It's been a long time since he's been in battle, after all. When they reach the pit stop and he realizes that one locale is filled with water and has a tropical climate, he is all about that. His 21st birthday (time shenanigans aside) had come and gone the previous day with little fanfare, something that depressed him a little bit, but Keith had been nice enough to try making him breakfast in bed and really, that was enough.

Most of the days are spent by the beach. Lance helps the locales with odd jobs here and there in order to get food and drink. He even gets a big handful of fruit just for telling a story about Voltron. During the daylight, he'll either be tanning in the sun, splashing in the water, or sipping at a far too strong alcoholic beverage. He nibbles away at fruity tasting meat (which although grosses him out at first with the mix of the taste and texture, but he gets used to it) as well as the fruit. You might spot him with a knife trying to open up some of the fruit, cursing at his hand slipping every so often and hitting a spike.

At night, he'll take the time to stargaze, just laying about still on the beach. No matter what, it never gets old.]

Comments

[the_tailor]

Thanks, love!

[He takes said slice, and bites into it.]

Yuuuummmm... [And he wipes some juice off of his mouth.] You should have some too!

[tempredmental]

[Keith glanced around for a second and then quickly leaned in to steal a kiss before Lance could get all the juice off.]

Mm... maybe I will. Tastes good.

[Smirk.]

[the_tailor]

Hey! I mean... Okay, that's actually super romantic, so begrudgingly I will have to give you a point.

[He sticks his tongue out at him.]

[tempredmental]

Can I redeem my point for a slice of fruit?

[Hey, why not?]

[the_tailor]

I guess you can, but you'll have to slice it yourself. I came into this thinking I was just gonna nom my way through the thing. I mean, once I got it open, anyway.

[tempredmental]

[Keith shrugged and took the fruit back, easily slicing another piece off.]

Guess I'll just have to feed it to myself, too, huh?

[He delayed eating it, just holding the piece between them for a moment...]

[the_tailor]

You...

[Oh, Keith. Lance snorts and reaches up, grabbing the piece of fruit between them, and holds it up to Keith's lips.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith smirked and took the piece in his teeth, his eyes never leaving Lance's. He slowly sucked it in before chewing, slicing off another piece to hold out for Lance to eat this time.]

[the_tailor]

[Lance's eyes widen as he watches him eat the morsel of fruit.

Son of a bitch.

(Not literally, Krolia is a very good woman.)

His cheeks are pink and not just because of the sun.]

You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?

[A little huff, but he leans in, eating the fruit Keith's holding in a very similar fashion. Eyes on him.]

Oops, looks like your skin is all sticky now.

[He'll just...hum a little, licking any remaining fruit juice off of Keith's fingers.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith smirked a little, licking his lips.]

Are we gonna have to take this back to the room to finish?

[He quirked a flirtatious eyebrow.]

[the_tailor]

Y'know, I'm starting to think that we just might.

[tempredmental]

Sounds good to me.

[Keith squeezed Lance's hand.]

Whenever you want to head out... unless you want to get more fruit.