COME BACK HERE WITH MY HEART!
Who needs a short Klance fic write now? I do! So here y'all go, enjoy this garbage
It was a hard day to be living on the streets. It was winter, meaning less gullible tourists to pickpocket and colder weather to deal with.
Fortunately for Keith, there was one man. Probably in college judging by the smell of coffee that Keith could smell from across the street. He was hidden in the shadow of a building, curled slightly into a blocky shape so at a quick glance he would just look like a box or a bag of trash.
Pick pocketing in an empty street was hard, he would definitely get the guys attention. But a distraction could probably give him some time, he decided swooping in. The element of surprise was supposedly on his side.
He quickly and quietly swooped in front of the man and stuck his fingers in the pocket that had some bulk to it, luckily it was a wallet. He was too quick too see the mans face.
But as he continued his lips crashed into the others and he got a good look. Crap, he's hot. This was apparently the only though in his head as he was kissing a complete stranger with this strangers wallet in hand.
As quick as the kiss had come, it went. And soon Keith was speeding into the opposite alleyway and scrambling over a garbage bin, desperately hiding himself against it. He was breathing hard and his face was flushed. Crap, I just kissed a random ho- his thoughts were cut off by a very, very loud noise. "COME BACK HERE WITH MY HEART!"
Shit