The day had consisted of training. Training. Training. Lunch. And more training. It was necessary, of course, but it left the team exhausted.
"You must keep fighting," Allura said.
"Let's pair off," Shiro suggested. "Lance, you go with Keith."
Lance grinned. "Oh yeah. I'm gonna kick Keith's butt."
"Why don't you try taking him from behind, Keith?" Shiro said.
Lance snorted into his hand. Keith shot him a look, brows furrowed in question. But he saw the blush creeping onto Lance's cheeks and he instantly understood. He turned back to Shiro. "Sure. Lance needs more practice with that, anyway."
Lance's face changed to a bright red. "Hey!" he cried defensively. "No he doesn't! I mean-no I don't! Keith does!"
"Mmmm, I don't think so, Lance," Keith said, grinning. "I'm rarely the one to get taken from behind. It's normally you."
"Maybe you should try it for a change! It's harder than you think!"
Keith raised an eyebrow. He was starting to blush, too, but not nearly as much as Lance.
The whole team stared at them.
"Coming from behind is pretty hard, too, Lance," Keith countered.
"It's hard to be in the front! It hurts!"
"Well it is only if you're not careful," Hunk added, reminding Keith and Lance that they weren't the only ones in the room.
"Making sure you're protected is important," Keith said.
"Duh!" Lance replied. "But sometimes the other person just comes up behind you out of nowhere!"
Keith furrowed his brows. "I have never done that to you, Lance. And I never would."
"I know that."
Keith studied his expression. "Unless...you want me to do that."
"I'd rather take you from behind, Keith."
Pidge looked between them. "Is there something you guys wanna tell us?"
