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Just because they were screwing did not mean that Keith liked Lance. In fact, let me rephrase, she would not stand Lance.
She was still the most annoying bitch to ever survive the end of the world.
But it was the literal apocalypse, and Keith would be an idiot to ignore the fact that Lance was the hottest person by far in their survival camp, and Keith just happened to be just about one of the only dykes around, so, here they were.
When the apocalypse gives you lemons, I guess.
Lance had long, tanned legs, and a soft, smiling face that seemed to brighten up the horrible events of what daily life had become. She had long, waving hair, and needed no makeup as she radiated beauty. The only problem was her soft, brown lips could talk. Seriously, did this girl have an off switch?
"Think about it like 'enemies with benefits.'" Lance had said once, describing it perfectly.
"Calling it whatever the fuck you want." Keith had responded, walking out of her bedroom and not giving the girl a second glance. Lance pretend that it didn't hurt.
Still, despite the fact that Keith would find her way into Lance's bed just about every night, she still could not stand the girl and her childish ways. It was like the world was a big joke to her, like they were living in a big video game with unlimited lives. It was almost like she had never seen anyone die.
It was like Lance refused to admit that the world was terrible and life sucked. She treated everyday like it was fucking sunshine and rainbows. How could she just ignore the fact that everyone she's ever loved was a walking corpse.
It burned Keith up inside that she could be happy in the world of which she lived. Maybe she was just jealous, but nonetheless, it angered her to no end. Lance couldn't even take the end of the world seriously.
Keith loathed the fact that she was a Runner, and just as her shit luck would have it, in her squadron too! Lance skipped, and I mean actually skipped through the woods when their team made supply runs, like she was a Disney freaking princess. She splashed in puddles while they made their way through horrific, abandoned cities, and Keith still swears to god that she saw her do it when they were outrunning a pack of biters. She would climb trees when they were pitching tents, and one time she made an honest slip and slide through the isles of an abandoned grocery store using dish soap.
Okay, fine, so that one had been pretty fun… but still!
"Shiro, she's gonna get himself killed one of these days!" Keith had ranted as she tried to keep up the pace with the large man as he walked in long strides down the sidewalk of the camp. "Or worse, me!" she winned.
"Keith," Shiro said without turning his head to face the girl, "I am not taking Lance off of tomorrow's Run, she's the best shot we have," he said.
"But-"
"No, I am not taking your girlfriend off of an important mission because you don't like her. I'm sorry Keith but you're going to have to deal with it. Now get some rest for tomorrow or I'll put you on Wall Duty for the rest of the week." He said, walking up the steps to a small house to go over their Run tomorrow with the other Heads.
"You've gone mad with power since you became a Head, Shiro!" She called after him as he walked up the stairs, ignoring her. "And that air head is not my girlfriend!" She screamed, rolling her eyes because she wasn't sure if she would survive three days in the woods with Leocadia McLain and her big, fat mouth.
…...
The sun set lazily in the sky, igniting everything in a haze of orange that bounced off of the town's walls.
The walls spanned ten city blocks, containing a big chunk of a forest, even having a river flowing through it they could sometimes fish from. The Garrison was one of the most sought after survival camps in America, with it housing just about anyone who happened to make it to their walls alive and unbitten.
Needless to say, they didn't get a lot of newcomers…
People scarcely survived outside of the walls, though there were a few smaller camps, similar to The Garrison in the sense that they were just ordinary towns with big walls surrounding them. Still, just Keith's luck, she ended up in the same camp as Lance.
Not to mention that they were both Runners, meaning that, as much as Keith hated it, they lived in the same house with the rest of the squadron. Although, it was convenient for the night time…
Houses were divided up amongst families and workers. If you were unmarried or didn't have any kids, you lived with your coworkers. There were five houses devoted to cooks, nine for Wall Guards, two for cleaners, that kind of thing.
But only three were for Runners. They were harder to comeby, as once you were safely inside of the walls, not too many people wanted to venture out.
"I-I don't know about this…" Hunk said from the sidewalk and Lance and Pidge, another Runner, tried to push the man into the house. 95595959595
Hunk had previously been a cook, but due to his giant muscles and tall figure, The Garrison decided he would be better use as a Runner. They had obviously never met the guy…
"Come on, Hunk!" Lance said, "you'll be fine! Me and Pidge will be there with you the whole time tomorrow!"
"Yeah!" Pidge said, "and you passed all of your entrance exams! Everything will be okay, now come unpack! You're with us now."
"Yeah…" Hunk breathed. "Y-you're probably right, I-I can do this," he said, grabbing his suitcase and hesitantly walking towards the house.
"Only difference is that zombie's bite back, unlike in the entrance exams." Kieth had said in passing, and she gave Hunk a pat on the back before making her way up the stairs. "Hopefully we don't run into a pack of them, you know, like we did last week…"
Hunk went pale, and Keith laughed as the man began saying a series of "No, no, no, nope…" before making a beeline down the street, Pidge rolling her eyes around in her head before chasing after him, muttering a quick "thanks a lot Kieth," before doing so.
"You're such an asshole." Lance said, scowling at her.
Keith just shrugged. "Tell me something I don't know, and the guys gotta learn eventually. If he runs like that at the first sign of trouble then we're all gonna be screwed tomorrow."
"Why don't you just worry about yourself, Mullet." She bit.
"Glady, Princess." Keith said, hitting her with her shoulder as she pushed past her and through the door.
Lance rolled her eyes, wondering how someone could be so great in bed yet so terrible in person. But it's not like Lance was swimming in options in a tiny survival camp during the literal end of the world. She sighed, chasing Hunk down the street along with Pidge. "Hunk, come on buddy!" She called after him as she ran.
….
They had managed to talk Hunk of the edge enough to set him up in the spare bed in Pidge's room. Lance had seen Hunk survive out in the real world before they had made it to The Garrison. Despite what everyone, especially Keith, had thought about the teddy bear of a man, Lance knew Hunk could handle himself out there. He had saved her ass more times then she could count in the short time they were on the outside together.
What Keith didn't get was that people who had survived on the outside weren't too gun-ho to hop on back out.
The house was always especially quiet the night before a Run, and the rest of town left them alone. They had a certain level of respect around town, as a lot of the time Runner's didn't make it back.
Lance laid in her small, twin sized bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how her life had gotten here. Those thoughts were dangerous, she knew, but her mind sometimes slipped into that little hole of remembering everyone she left behind in order to get where she was now. Keith was good for that, for numbing her mind out of those thoughts. At least she was good for something…
"Hey," Keith said, leaning in the doorframe of her bedroom.
Speak of the devil.
Lance turned her head a little to just barely look at the girl. "So, I heard you tried to get me kicked off tomorrow's Run." She said and the dark haired girl rolled her eyes.
"You wanna argue or you wanna do something else?" Keith asked, looking annoyed.
Lance rolled her eyes at the stupid, and hot, and stupidly hot woman standing in her doorway, still dressed in her dark jeans, and little red top. Her hair was pulled back in a tight, messy ponytail and Lance would be lying if she said that she wasn't turned on.
Lance sighed, sitting up on the bed, making her little pink sleep shorts ride up a bit. She smirked a bit when she found Keith's eyes glued to that fact. They were going to be in the woods for a few days and wouldn't be able to do… it… for a while. "Fine," Lance said, "come here."
"Whatever." Keith said, making her way over the bed, pulling back in surprise when Lance went right for her lips.
"What happened to no kissing on the lips?" Keith asked, as in order to make a crazy arrangement like 'enemies with benefits' work, meant that they had to have ground rules.
Lance pounded, licking her soft, plump lips just enough to make sure she had Keith's attention. "Indulge me, just this once." Lance said, desperately trying to get Veronica's face from her mind. Not giving her much opportunity to decline, Lance wrapped her arms around Keith's neck and pulled her in close until their lips met.
Lance wasn't too sure what had come over her, wasn't this how people got attached? Oh well, all she knew was that she needed to feel close to someone, anyone, and Keith just happened to be in the room.
Also, kissing was fun. Like, really, super fun. And much to Lance's surprise, Keith was good at it.
Keith suddenly broke apart, smiling when Lance pounded that her mouth was no longer on hers. Keith would never in a million years admite how cute that was. "There," she said, out of breath and cockily. "I indulged you, now can I kiss somewhere else?"
Keith laughed when Lance could only nod as a response.
Lance enjoyed the closeness they would experience over the next hour or so, as she knew that the next day, once they were outside of the bedroom, they would go right back to hating each other.
…..
Keith was surprised to wake up with Lance of all people sleeping soundly on her chest. "What the fuck?" she barked, making Lance jolt up from her rhemsleep.
"What?" she yelled, instantly on alert.
Keith frowed, "what the fuck? You broke two rules in one night. Wait to go, McLain." she said, reffuring to the 'no sleeping in the same bed after fucking' rule they had perviously put in place.
Lance recoiled, still on top of the girl. "As if! This is my bed, you broke the rule!"
Keith rolled her eyes, her stupid, gerogous eyes… "Yeah well it's hard to move hen you're fucking sleeping on top of me." she said.
Lance smirked at her, leaning in close to her face, doing her best bedroom eyes. "Oh, so what you're saying is you didn't wanna wake me? That's sweet, Mullet."
"You wish," Keith sighed, taking advantage of Lance perched up on top of her to throw her off of the twin bed, toppaling onto the hardwood.
She yelped a bit as she went down. "You're such a bitch," Lance growled. "Get the hell out of my room, you better pray I ever fuck you again."
Keith stood up and slipped back on her shirt from last night, stepping over Lance indifferently as she made her way out of the room. Whilst standing over her, Keith leaned over as a cocky grin came across her face. "Your moaning last night would beg to differ."
Lance's face flushed in embarrassment. "Fuck you." she breathed.
"You already did." Keith said, walking out of the door.
Lance buried her face in her hands, laying back down against the floor where she sat. "How do I get myself into these situations?" she wondered.
….
Lance had refused to cut her hair since the world went to Hell. Keith was a prime example of why. Not too many barbours had survived the end of the world, Keith exemplifying what happens when you cut your hair on your own with a pocket knife.
She didn't call her 'Mullet' for nothing.
Keith had always berated her for it, calling it 'impractical' given their current world situation. Still, Lance didn't listen, and so with wavy brown hair falling almost completely down her back, anytime they went on Runs she would put it back in two tight french braids that would stay in for however long they were gone.
She remembered being a girl sitting in her Mama's kitchen before school, it always smelling like strong coffee and exotic spices. She had braided her hair every morning before school.
She had killed her Mama in that same kitchen.
Lance shook her head vigorously at the memory, hoping it would fall out of her head, but the only thing to fall was the braid. "Fuck," Lance breathed, grabbing the strainds as she began redoing it.
"Hurry the fuck up." Keith had braked, because, as much as she hated to admit it, when Shiro wasn't around, Keith was in charge. She poked her head in Lance's small bedroom, rolling her eyes when she saw the girl braiding. "Are you seriously doing your hair right now?" Keith asked.
Lance sighed, "It's the only way to keep it out of way when we're in the woods." Lance said, "they've gotta be tight to stay in for the three days we're gone."
Keith pulled a knife from her pocket, rhythmically closing and reopening it on impulse. "You know, you could always just cut it off."
Lance scoffed, never turning from the mirror, but making light eye contact with the girl's reflection. "And risk looking like you? No thanks."
"Whatever," Keith said, almost looking… offended? Lance scoffed at the thought, as her words meant anything to Keith. "Be outside in five minuets or we're leaving without you." She said, slamming the door behind her.
The door was quickly reopened by a short little friend. Lance smiled at Pidge's presence. "Mourning, Gremlin! All packed up?" She sang, as she rather liked Pidge.
Ignoring the question, Pidge flopped down on her bed, bouncing on the old springs. "Man, Keith's really starting to like you." The girl stated.
Lance laughed a little, assuming it was a joke before realizing Pidge was serious. She turned a bit from the mirror, giving the girl a questioning glare over her shoulder. "Did we just witness the same encounter?"
Pidge smiled, adjusting her giant glasses. Lance still didn't know if they were just for show or not. "Oh come on Lance, 'five more minutes'? Ol' drill sergeant Kogain never gives out extra time. When I broke my ankle last year she yelled at me for being thirty seconds late! I'm just saying man, watch yourself. I think she might like you."
Lance laughed a little, tying off her braid. "Trust me, munchkin, Keith likes me as much as a kidney stone." she said, standing from her chair and slinging her pack over her shoulder. "The only thing Keith likes about me are my tites, and vice versa. Now come on, we both know that she will leave us behind."
….
Lance and Pidge approached the old, dinged up van parked in front of the doors to the Garrison's walls. Shiro, their Head, leaned against the car with his little ass kissing right hand, Keith, at his side. Hunk was visibly shaking as they approached.
"You're late." Shiro stated, tossing both girls a canister full of water for their packs. "Keith, I expect you to keep better tabs on your Runners," the man said.
Keith shot Lance daggers with her eyes, as the pretty cuban girl gave a weak little salute, "Sorry sir, won't happen again. I had a… rough morning," she said, glancing at Keith who looked petrified that she was going to annocue their privous nights sex to Keith's superior and brother. She bit her lip trying not to laugh at this fact. "I fell out of bed this morning, hurt my back," she said with a little smile, loving how she could see that the only thing keeping Keith from tackling her to the ground was Shiro standing right next to her, ignorant of the situation.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Shiro said obviously, as Pidge hid her laugh behind a cough, making Keith lose just that much more colour in her face. "Now listen up, team, our mission is simple. We are going to Olkari, the last hospital that we haven't rated in the state. It is not yet Galra territory, but we'll have have to pass directly past one of their known towns, which is precisely why we're doing half the voyage in Daisy," he smiled, patting the old pile of parts that was supposed to be their awesome apocalypse car, "and the other half of foot through the woods. This should limit our chance of being seen drastically, so we shouldn't have a problem. If all goes well, this should be a three day's Run. Any questions?" he asked, seeming like the terminator from behind his mirrored sunglasses.
"Uh, yeah, I have one," Lance said, raising her hand a bit. "Can we name our Squadron? If the car gets a name then I say our Squad should get a name," she smiled.
Shiro smiled a bit despite himself, the others snickering, except for, of course, the fun police, Keith. "This is no time to be coming up with team names, Lance. God, you are such a brainless cheerleader." she breathed angely.
Lance, as usual, ignored Keith completely. "I was thinking 'Voltron'." she smiled, "you know, like the old cartoon from the 80's? Me and my siblings used to watch it! It's about this big awesome robot that fights space crime!"
"Sounds stupid." Keith said flatly.
Shiro sighed, "okay, Keith's right, we don't have time for this." Keith shot a snid look towards Lance at the statement, "Voltron it is, now get in the car!"
'Voltron' Lance mouthed at Keith, reciprocating the look as the girl rolled her eyes.
Oh yeah, this was gonna be a long trip.