Speaking Spanish
"Wait- Wait- Your Cuban? Actually that explains the random Spanish babbling" Keith stopped cleaning the blade of his knife to ask the question. "Yeah man, the whole family is. Purebred Cubans we are." Lance said proudly, "Please never phrase it like that again!" Pidge groaned loudly as they flopped onto Hunk who was sitting comfortably on the couch eating a cookie. Lance laughed, "Hey! That's so rude." Lance giggled as he spoke. "So- Uh... what's the family like?" Keith returned to cleaning his knife in an attempt to hide his awkwardness, no matter how long they had been dating for Keith still felt awkward about asking questions. That was probably the reason he kept learning random things about Lance unintentionally. "Oh man, they're awesome! Absolutely fucking crazy! but still amazing!" Lance was proud of his family and it was extremely evident in his voice, "la tía rosa es la tía del vino (Aunt Rosa is the wine aunt), el tío benny es el artista de la familia (Uncle Benny is the artist of the family). ¡Vaya! y (Oh! and)" Lance had begun rambling in Spanish without notice. "Uhm Lance, babe? What the actual hell did you just say?" Keith scoffed out a laugh. "Huh?" Lance looked at Keith in confusion. "You switched to Spanish again." Pidge groaned, but not at Lance. They had just lost a round of Killbot Phantasm 1, Pidge had actually started to understand some of Lance's Spanish. Lance quite often started to speak in Spanish, it generally came with a change of mood. It could be anger, frustration, sadness or even happiness. And if Lance wasn't fully speaking English or Spanish he would speak Frankenstein sentences. These were sentences that had a mixture of Spanish and English, however this was caused by lance forgetting the word for something in Spanish for the majority of the time. "I did?" Lance looked at Keith with a pout resting on his face, Keith stood up and held his knife behind his back as he walked towards lance. "Mmhmm, you did." Keith placed a gentle kiss on Lance's cheek, Both Keith and Lance blushed at the interaction. Despite being friends and being comfortable around everyone it still felt weird to kiss in front of the others, I mean can you blame them? They spent almost 1 and a half years of the 5 years they were in space not really getting along and fighting all the time. And now they're dating... "Awe- Can the two lover birds please get a room!" Pidge squirmed in Hunks lap as they tried to 'insult' their friends while fighting the final boss of the level they were on. "Oh come on now Pidge- They are dating, let them be romantic." Hunk cooed, he had always been the biggest fanboy of their relationship. Lance blamed it on them being childhood friends and knowing each other when they had a crush. "Fine- '' Lance stuck his tongue out at Pidge, Keith rolled his eyes and followed Lance with a small chuckle. "Don't forget your cooking dinner tonight Lance!" Hunk called out loudly, "Yeah, yeah. I remember" Lance called back.
"Are you almost finished cleaning your knife?" Lance asked solemnly as he sat heavily onto Keith's bed, "Almost." Keith stood at the chest of draws that had a small mirror sat on top, Keith had finished cleaning his knife a while ago. He finished cleaning it when Lance had begun rambling about his family but he loved the small pout Lance always had when he didn't have Keith's attention. "Done." Keith said plainly still not turning around, Lance's mood immediately brightened and his arms shot out as if he was asking for a hug. With a smile Keith put his knife down and turned towards Lance, Keith laughed a little when Lance made grabby hands. Keith happily walked towards Lance and sat himself next to Lance. Keith was quickly embraced in a hug by the waist and dragged back further on to the bed "Clingy much." Keith joked, Lance hummed. "nunca escaparás de mi cárcel de abrazos (you will never escape my prison of hugs)" Keith rolled his eyes as he adjusted himself so he could cuddle Lance. "I have no clue what you just said..." Keith mumbled into Lance's chest, Lance let out a hearty laugh. "You don't need to, I was just messing around." Keith only hummed in response, despite their slight awkwardness when being affectionate towards each other in public the two had no trouble showing affection in private. Quite often they would cuddle on the couch when they both got home or dance in the kitchen when they cooked dinner. Actually... Let's rephrase that. Lance dances while he cooks, moving naturally to the music that was playing. Keith recorded most of the dances, there is a folder on Keith's phone dedicated to Lance dancing while cooking. In all honesty Keith should've picked up that Lance was some sort of Latino with the ridiculous amounts of Spanish music he plays. Keith's personal favourite was 'Gasolina', the way Lance danced so easily without any thought but still managed to fit the vibe of the music. The pair lay in silence, Keith had managed to fall asleep rather quickly despite his efforts trying not to. Lance had one arm under Keith's neck which reached back over to Keith's hair. Lance, despite his insistent insults against Keith's hair, loved playing with Keith's hair. It was soft, smelt nice and was long enough that he could twirl his fingers in the hair without it getting tangled. Lance wasn't sure if Keith was aware that he did it but every time Lance played with his hair he would quietly hum, "te amo hasta las estrellas y de vuelta Keith. ( love you to the stars and back Keith)." Lance whispered before placing a small kiss on Keith's forehead, Keith stirred in his sleep as he slowly woke up. "Mmm? Whatcha say?" Keith mumbled quietly. Lance giggled softly, "I love you you." Keith smiled and lifted his head to give Lance a gentle kiss on the lips. "You should probably cook dinner now, shouldn't you?" Keith asked burying his head back into Lance's chest.
Lance brushed a stray hair away from Keith's eyes, "Yeah, I don't really want to though. Your so comfortable to cuddle!" Lance whined, "I don't want you to leave either, it means my heat source will be gone but I am kinda hungry..." Keith teased. "I'm going to ignore that your using me for my body heat right now. But do you want to come help or sleep some more?" Keith hid his face in the crook of Lance's shoulder as a response, "Ok, ok. I'll come get you when it's almost ready." Lance gave Keith one final kiss on the lips before carefully removing himself from Keith's embrace. Keith tried to fall back asleep but struggled without Lance's presence. Keith doesn't know if it was a thing from before he started dating Lance or not but he found himself struggling to easily fall asleep when nobody was next to him. Maybe it was something he picked up in the quantum abyss when Cosmo was always right by his side, and if it wasn't Cosmo his mother was there with him. So insted of forcing himsef to sleep he went to help Lance. "Ughhh!" Lance whined loudly, Keith slowly made his way into the kitchen where Lance had thrown his upper body to rest on the bench top. "Lance, babe. I love you, you know I do. But I can't hear your thoughts anymore, the lions have left and we don't have the connections anymore. Unless your newfound Altean powers allow us to do that." Lance slowly dragged himself to stand upright. With another high pitched whine Lance spoke, I can't find the thing." Keith was confused. "The...what..." Keith froze, "you know, the thing! The, the uhh the metal bucket with uhh... Wings? Yeah the metal bucket with wings! And you put it on the fire!" Lance pointed to the gas stove. Keith failed at keeping his laughter hidden, "you mean the pot?" Keith reached into a draw and pulled out a deep pot. "Yes! Yes! That's the one, the metal bucket with wings!" Lance happily grabbed the pot from Keith with a Smile. " Why didn't you just say the pot?" Keith leaned against the counter as Lance started preparing for dinner. "My mind was stuck in Spanish, I knew what I was talking about but I couldn't remember the English word for it."