Lance tossed and turned in the bed. He pulled the covers up to his eyeballs, then kicked them down to his toes, then shrugged them up again.
He couldn't get comfortable because he was so freaking cold.
He tried not to wake up Keith, though. He looked really cute and Lance didn't want to disturb him. His hair was all sprawled across his face and the pillow. A desire to tuck it behind his ear instantly itched Lance's fingertips.
But he distracted himself trying to get warm instead.
He slid his legs along the mattress and hugged them to his chest. He waited.
But really Lance didn't have the patience to wait.
He sat there for another tick. Waiting and shivering.
Lance huffed. He gave an overdramatic groan before realizing that no one was listening. But he woke up Keith, who just happened to be one of the lightest sleepers ever.
Keith blinked, muttering softly, "Lance�"
"Oh." Lance instantly felt guilty. "Hey, babe. Sorry-I didn't mean to wake you up."
Keith frowned. "Are you cold again?"
"A little. I don't know how you sleep with the temperature so low. I think I'm growing icicles."
"Oh." Keith reached a hand out, fingers brushing Lance's shoulder. "C'mere."
"What?"
"C'mere. I can help." He pulled Lance into his chest, wrapping his arms over Lance's torso. Lance smiled and adjusted himself accordingly. Keith tucked his chin onto Lance's shoulder, leaning into Lance's cheek. His face was warm against Lance's chilled skin.
Keith nestled a kiss in between strands of Lance's hair.
Grinning, Lance settled into Keith's arms. "Whatever you say, Big Spoon."
