Klance Oneshots

A long day

Keith locked the apartment door behind him, and the smell of homemade food hit his nose. He kicked his shoes aside and hung up his jacket, and made his way into the living room. He saw Nova, his dog, fast asleep in her dog basket near the couch, and that Lance was cooking. Deeply focused.

He sat his bag aside and, snuck up behind Lance so he could bring him in for a hug from behind. Keith wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, and Lance made a sudden move of schok the second he felt Keith's arms around him. His lips curved upwards into a worm smile and turned around to return the hug.

"What are my favourite person cooking for dinner this time?" Keith slightly pulled himself away from Lance to get a better look at him. Lance turned around with a smirk on his face, to stir around in a pot he had on the stove.

"I'm making my mama's famous vaca frita, the recipe that has been passed down in our family through generations." Lance smiled proudly.

"She got it from her mama, who got it from her papa, who got it from his mama who got it from her brother, who won it in a game of cards back on Cuba doing hurricane Flora back in 1963. It's actually a pretty cool story-"

Lance got interrupted when Keith turned him around and kissed him, which he gladly returned.

Keith pulled away, smiling at him. "I love you more than anything, Lance, but I've heard that story a thousand times." Lance returned his focus to the food with his smirk still stuck on his lips.

"I know." Keith rolled his eyes at him. Classic Lance. He grabbed his bag and walked into their room to pack out his stuff.

Keith had been at the indoor swimming pool to do some laps, to clear his mind. He still didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. Hunk and Lance had already been accepted into a chef's school. A pretty good one actually. Pidge was already in their second year in tech school.

And Keith? He had no clue, whatsoever.

He hung up his wet stuff in the bathroom to let it dry, and he was just in time for dinner.

Nova was up, and so was Lance's lazy Havana Brown cat, Brownie. And they were both begging for a taste of the food.

"Seuss, Brownie. Get down." Lance wawed with his hand frantically to get the cat away from the burning hot pot of food.

Keith smiled at Lance and got over to pick up the cat. "You really need to learn him some manners," Keith said while petting the cat he was holding in his arms. "He's going to burn himself on something someday."

He let down the cat and got over to one of the cupboards to find their food.

"I still can't believe you named him Brownie." Keith teased, slightly bumping his hip against Lance's.

"Oh come on. It's the purrfect name for him." He gestured to the cat eating side by side with Nova. "He's a Havana Brown. The name was made for him." Keith rolled his eyes. A smile was starting to form on his lips. "If you say so." He placed a quick kiss on his cheek and went over to find plates and flatware.

Doing dinner, they discussed their plans for the upcoming weekend.

"I was thinking we could go down to the beach," Lance suggested. "And we could take Nova with us and let her play and fool around." Keith giggled, remembering last time they were there, and Nova had come back from a swim to show them the crab she had caught and with seaweed all over her fur.

"And maybe we could invite the others." Keith suggested. "Its been a while since we last saw them." Lance lit up. "It is. It feels like it has been ages."

They finished up their food, and cleaned the table and the kitchen. Or rather, Keith was the one doing it. Lance had thrown himself on the couch. Because they didn't have a dishwasher, Keith had to do the dishes himself.

"Oh, I do love to see a man work." Lance said to himself, but loud enough for Keith to hear him. He turned his head around to give Lance a wink with his eye, and just as he had hoped for, Lance blushed and looked away. Keith laughed and dried off his hands, and came down to sit beside Lance.

Lance laid down his head in Keith's lab, and Keith couldn't help himself but to play around with Lance's hair.

"Long day?" Keith asked silently. Lance, who had now closed his eyes, nodded. "We were cooking in a restaurant today. To see how we react under pressure." He said tiredly. "This is the part I hate most about chef's school." He sighed deeply. "But in a few years it'll all be worth it."

Out of nowhere, Brownie jumped up onto the couch to get some much wanted attention. He seated himself, partly in Keith's lab, partly on Lance's chest. "That cat is going to kill you someday in your sleep with the way he sits on you." Keith jokingly said, as he began to stroke Brownie's fur and the purring machine started.

"I don't hope so." Lance giggled. "I spend a lot of money on him." Keith thought for himself for a second. "You think we should go early to bed and take a day for ourselves tomorrow?" Keith let his fingers slide down from Lance's hair and down to the back of his neck, where he knew his sensitive spot was.

Keith could feel Lance's body go stiff by his sudden touch. Lance smiled at Keith. He gently pushed Brownie of his chest so that he could sit up straight. Lance looked Keith in the eyes for them, what seemed like an eternity.

"You really are the greatest boyfriend ever." Keith tried his best to hide the blush that was starting to creep over his cheeks. Lance placed his hand on his cheek. The curve of Keith's cheek fitted perfectly on the inside of Lance's palm. Lance moved his head closer to gently kiss his boyfriend. Nothing heated. Just an act of pure love.

Lance pulled back, with a sparkle in his eyes. "The beach?" He suggested. Keith smiled back at Lance, his heart filled with love. "Sure. Sounds perfect."

As Keith had suggested, they went early to bed. They snuggled and talked for hours. When they finally fell asleep, they did so in the embrace they had been in when they were awake.