The past year since they returned to earth had been bad for Lance. In the beginning he was fine living it up when suddenly she and the others started getting calls to come get him from some bar. It always happens on Saturday nights. Two months had past when Pidge received the first call. When she got him back to his apartment he asked her to sleep with him. It only took two second for her to recover from the initial shock, smack him upside the head and tell him to go to bed. He did fallows her direction. The next day he would be back to normal with a hangover. No idea what he said to her. She thought that was a one time until she found out the next week he called Hunk. Then the next week Keith and Allura. Last Shiro. A month had gone by since her call and he called her. Same thing happened again. He kept to this pattern for a year. Last nigh was the first time he broke his pattern. She kind of wonder if it had to do with her date last nigh. She had dates before.
Pidge poured herself a cup of coffee and went into the living room. Instead of sitting down she stared at the arm chair. He did not only fall over when he was drunk. He also fell over when he was sober.
"Move the damn chair." The door opened to the bedroom. A foggy eyed Lance stumbled out. He looked at the couch before his eyes rose to her. She stared at him without his shirt. She noticed he was still fit after a year of being back. "Would it kill you to put on a shirt?"
"Your lucky I put on pants." He said when he turned to the kitchen. "Keith
punched me when I came out when Allura was here. She was still asleep." He poured himself a cup. "I was expecting to see Kallura on the couch."
"So, I was." He walked back out to the living room. His eyes landed on her dress that was laying on the back on the couch.
"I called you while you were on your date." Pigde dropped into the offending chair.
"Uh huh."
"You must be mad at me." She gave him a blank look.
"I can't be entirely mad at you." She said. "He was so boring." Lance let out a laugh.
"Normal men will never be good enough for Pidge Gunderson." He sat down on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. "Nice to see I'm not the only one having problems in the dating area. They are all kind of boring."
"Is this what the past years been about? You can't find an interesting girl." He gave her a sad smile.
"I found that girl."
"So, have you asked her out?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"She's out of my league."
"How is that possible?" She asked sarcastically.
"She's very smart, if she doesn't know it, she's pretty and despite her stature she could kick my ass."
"Yeah, she does sound like she's out of your league." Pidge got up out of the chair and head to the kitchen.
"So what was I doing when you came to pick me up?"
"Karaoke."
"Oh, how was I doing?"
"You were being booed at. I think it was your song choice."
"What was I singing?"
"Wind beneath my wings."
"How do I even know that song?"
"I've heard you sing before and that was not your best." She opened the cabinets.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking at what you have? I see Hunk shopped for you."
"Yeah, he takes care of me."
"It's good for you to get off that liquid diet. Hey! We have everything for pancakes."
"Oh good."
"You know, your kitchen discriminates against short people." She said looking up into a cabinet. "Your measuring cup is on the top shelf. Why would you do that?"
"I'll buy you a step stool." Lance got up from his spot. "You're the only short person who uses my kitchen."
"Hunk and I are the only ones who use your kitchen."
"Maybe I should get Hunk or you to move in just so my kitchen would be used." He leaned over her as he got the measuring cup down. She froze a little with him against her. "Here." She took it from him.
"Thank you." She moved away from him towards the refrigerator and opened it up.
"Keith says I need to man up." He said.
"What do you-" Lance lips landed on top hers. After a few second he pulled away.
"I'm sorry!" He said quickly. She stood frozen and had a blank look on her face. It made it hard for him to read her. "I didn't mean to..." She slammed the door to the refrigerator and she started walking towards him. "Please don't kil-" She grabbed him around the neck bringing him down lower to her and bringing herself up to him. Their lips mashed together. Their kissing became deeper and feverish. Lance lifted Pidge onto the counter to make it easy for them to make out. She slipped her hands into his hair while he lifted her shirt a little to touch her skin on her lower back. The only thing that broke them from their make out session was the sound of Pidge's phone. They looked at the phone sitting on the counter next to them. The screen said Matt. Pidge slowly reached for it but Lance got to it first.
"She'll call you back. She's busy." He hung up the phone and throw it onto the couch. He turned back to her. She had a mixture panic and anger on her face.
"Forget it." She growled before pulling him into more kissing. He picked her up again the carried her to the couch. He ungracefully tumbled on top of her on to the couch.
"Why does it look so easy in movie?!"
"Shut up."
