The hardest part about building a castle out of pillows was figuring out how to get inside without knocking the whole thing down. Now, the thing was, Pidge had taken a few courses on engineering, and quite a bit of it was helpful in architecture (fight him, because castle building was a legitimate form of architecture and nothing anyone could say would change his mind about it.), so they knew that it would hold up pretty well. But they had scaled the darn thing wrong, and the entrance was smaller than the hole in his socks that Pidge had attempted to sew a few weeks back.
"Maybe you could wiggle in," Pidge suggested, head tilted as she throws her armful of blankets to the ground. "And then I could come in after?"
Lance shakes his head. "Nah. There's a high risk of knocking it all down. Maybe we could build it back up while we're inside?"
Pidge shrugs, and drapes a fluffy yellow blanket over the the structure, hiding the mass of mix-matching pillows that compose it. "We can try."
Lance grins, the silent challenge accepted. Of course, he could manage. After all, he was the king of their castle; there was no challenge that he couldn't best. He drops to his hands and knees, and starts crawling into the cushions. His back hits the cushions first, so he lowers himself, and relies on his arms to pull himself the rest of the way in. He forgets how low the cushions are, and his head knocks against the cushion too, hitting one loose.
From underneath the cushion, he can hear Pidge laughing. "Told you so."
He tosses it at her, the pillow falling harmlessly to her side. "Minimum damage. Let's see you do better."
Pidge tosses him the remote, and squirms by him before he can say another word. "Done."
Lance gapes at her, although he really shouldn'tve been surprised with her size and all, before pulling her into his side. "Does that mean you get to pick the movie?"
"Yes. Yes, it does." She replies, a smug grin undoubtedly spread across her face. Lance tucks his chin over the top of her head, the gentle pressure a comforting feeling.
"Fine," He says, releasing the remote into her lap. "Can I at least pick the genre?"
Pidge deliberates, scooting further back into Lance's arms. He stretched his legs out for a moment, until his legs meet the back wall. The pillows shift, and he pulls them in again, hoping that Pidge didn't notice. "Considering that your idea of a good movie is one filled with explosions and hot girls, no."
"Another science fiction flick?" He groans melodramatically. She always picks the Sci-fi movies, even when they're cheesier than Sharknado 4.
"Yup." She says, cheerfully.
"You should be glad I love you," Lance grumbles as the tv flickers on. He shifts, pulling a dangling blanket out of the way of the tv. It resists, so he pulls harder. "If you were anyone else, I'd-"
Before he can finish, their carefully constructed castle collapses, covering them in a mess of pillows and blankets. "I'm not rebuilding this," Pidge says, tilting her head back to give Lance an amused smile.
"Just put the movie on."
She snorts, but doesn't reply. Even if their castle is now rubble, they're both content to enjoy being close together, doing something so mundane, it's almost as if they could be at home. He can't really complain, not with Pidge in his arms (not just because she's cute; that girl can still pack a mean punch.), and a comfy stack of pillows around them.
He still ends up getting freaked out at the alien knockoff of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, much to Pidge's amusement.