It all started innocently enough.
Lance is Pidge's first choice for her player two. He's been awarded that honorous title, ever since she first bought the game system. However, being her Player Two constantly has created some problems. Namely, it's not nearly as easy as it used to be to demolish him. She's aware that both of them are competitive, and that Lance will not be beaten easily.
As her character loses ten more HP, she has an idea.
Their characters find each other, and as Lance raises his gun to fire, Pidge grins. "You should keep your eyes on the screen."
Lance being Lance, doesn't listen, and turns to look at her in confusion. "Why?"
"I don't wanna get lost in your eyes." She finishes smoothly. Her ploy works, and Lance loses his chance to shoot her, allowing her to throw a sticky bomb at him before he realizes what's going on.
His gaze snaps back to the screen, and an amused grin creeps onto his face. "Trying to distract me with methods of flirtatation, huh? Well, you'll have to try better than that. I'm the king of pick-up lines, you know."
"Really? Cause I've never seen you actually manage to pick up a girl, and I'm pretty sure I've heard all of your material." Pidge replies, as she attempts to find a good position to sharpshoot from. Beside her, Lance is trying to find her position, and his look of concentration is comical. His tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth, and his brows are furrowed, as if he's solving a mathematical equation rather than playing a game.
Suddenly, he sits up straight and Pidge can almost see the light bulb going off above his head. "I lost my number. Can I have yours?"
Pidge snorts, and fires a single shot at his head, causing him to lose fiteen HP. "Nice. It would've been better if we actually had phones though."
Lance steers his character on a shaky path as he pulls something from his back pocket. He tosses it into her lap, and she jumps in surprise. Before looking down, she checks to make sure her character is still safely hidden; when she does survey the object in her lap, she realizes what it is instantly. "How in the hell did you manage to keep your phone through Keith's horrible driving?" She looks back at the screen just in time to see Lance stab her through the back. Pidge quickly turns around, and kicks him away.
"Magic." He says, waving one hand through the air to mime a rainbow.
"Right." She snorts. "Just like how you magically look like my next boyfriend."
Lance almost drops his controller. "Damn Pidge. I have to admit, that was smooth." His character is somewhere that she can't place, and then suddenly, a bomb is flying past her. She barely has time to move out of the way before it goes off. "But not as smooth as me."
Pidge tries to salvage the level, but she's out of med-kits. The time is up, and her character loses for having the lower HP. As the next round begins, she realizes how close together they're sitting. She's basically on top of him; their knees touch, and their forearms abrush into each other everytime a fight gets intense. Honestly, it shouldn't bother her that they're so close, and it wouldn't, if it were anyone else. But this is Lance, and Lance makes her heart stutter weirdly everytime he smiles. She realizes that she doesn't want to move, and since Lance has yet to say anything, she doesn't.
She dashes away from lance, and heads for the best defensive position. "Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you."
Lance doesn't let his eyes leave the screen, but she gives herself a moment to guage his expression. His cheeks are slightly red (Was that a blush? She didn't know that he could blush.), but he doesn't laugh it off like he had at her other attempts. "Sure, if you think you can beat me one-handed."
Pidge can't tell if he's serious or not, so she decides to take him up on his offer as if he is. She slips her hand into his, and attempts to focus on the level, which is really hard to accomplish when you're holding the slightly sweaty hand of an attractive cuban boy in your hand. Not to mention, playing with one hand was hard. It left her with a choice: move, or look, or attack. She couldn't do more than one at a time.
As Lance attempts to shoot at her, he squeezes her hand lightly and says another line. "You know, your lips look kinda lonely. Would they like to meet mine?"
Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit. Was he serious? Cause this was kinda a jump from holding hands and exchanging cheezy pick-up lines. She watches as her attack goes wrong, and both of them die in a firey explosion. She drops the controller into her lap and turns to look at Lance's face. He's studying her too, she realizes as she meets his gaze. "You serious?" She asks softly.
He nods. "No joke. I just wanna know if I can kiss you."
Pidge doesn't reply. At least, not verbally. She leans over, one hand supporting her weight, the other still holding his hand, and presses her lips to his. He seems surprised at first, as if he wasn't expecting it, and then he seems to wake up. His lips are really soft, she thinks as he presses back, moving his hand to support the small of her back. Oh shit. This is really happening.
The door slides open, but she barely notices until she hears Hunk's startled shriek. "Oh my god!"
They break apart as aruptly as their kiss began, and Pidge can't help but to think that her face is all kinds of red. "S-sorry." Hunk mutters, disappearing out of the doorway. She briefly wonders what it was that he wanted, before realizing that it's not important.
Lance grins a shit-eating grin. "Wanna try again?"
"Yeah," She nods. "We should probably get some practice in before out next round."
As their lips meet again, all she can think is: when did she get so smooth? After all, it had all started out innocently enough.