Continuation of Space Boy

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{Warning: Lime-y}

     It had been two years now since Keith and I had met in the pasture at midnight. Since then, we had been getting throngs of news reporters and those crazy conspiracy theorists on my family's ranch, trying to bombard Keith with questions about life outside of our solar system and such. We've gone through countless interviews and Keith is considered a celebrity, to his dislike. We also get tons, I mean TONS, of fan letters in the mail (which the mailman will never forgive us for.).

      Despite all that, we had let space boy rent out one of our small houses on our property and in return, he would pay his debt in being a ranch hand, which was also good for me so I wasn't the one constantly doing the hard labor.

     During this time, we grew pretty close as friends. We still have our constant bickering from time to time, yet we remain friends nonetheless. Sometimes while we would do some ranch work together and have a lunchbreak, he would tell me about Voltron, or the evil Galra Empire, or his big adventures in space with his teammates. He even taught me alot about the wonders of space, he even promised me to take me our for a joy ride in the Red Lion (which we had to store in the barn so people wouldn't see it) but I doubted that day would come anytime soon. In the meantime, Keith was still one of the Paladins for Voltron and if there was any trouble, he was always on call.

          Tonight I had invited him over for dinner for helping me muck out the stalls and tend to the farm animals, so I was busy in the kitchen preparing some cooked ham, mashed potatoes, gravy, steamed vegetables, and some homemade iced tea.

       I had just gotten done with setting the table, the ham was still in the oven for about five minutes longer, then I heard a knock at the door.

      "Come in!" I called out and the door opened, followed by footsteps that led to the kitchen table.

      I looked over from the counter where I was pulling out two glasses to pour some iced tea, seeing Keith with a black tee, red flannel, dark jeans, and sneakers. He had a bouquet of crimson and coral pink roses in one hand, a lopsided smile on his face. I smirked.

     "I offered you to have dinner with me, this isn't a date. The flowers are lovely though, thanks." I laughed softly, turning to the pitcher, Keith rolled his eyes, a trace of a blush on his face.

     "There's a vase on the table if you want to set the flowers down." I strode to the table with the drinks in my hand, setting them down on the red and white checkered table cloth. "Food should be ready in a few."

       Keith nodded and gently scooted the flowers into the glass vase, the roses looked vibrant, reflecting a deep red hue in his metallic colored eyes.

      I pushed one of the cups toward him as he sat down on one of the wooden kitchen chairs, the ice stirred in the tea, clinking against the glass every while.

     "You seem a little quiet. Is something bothering you? Is it the news reporters again?" I asked, noting that he hadn't said anything since he got here. He cracked a smile at my last comment.

      "I'm fine, just tired..." He replied bluntly. Something told me he was lying, he didn't look anywhere close to being tired. If I had learned anything about Keith in these two years, it's that when he's silent, he has something on his mind, And I also learned about his adoration towards hippos.

     I picked up my glass and raised it against my lips, the cold beverage making its way into my mouth as I sipped. I set the glass down and sighed in content.

     "___________... there's something I actually wanted to talk to you about." Keith spoke up, he sounded unsure, maybe even a little hesitant.

     I raised a brow and watched as he fiddled with the collar of his flannel.

     "Well, there's something that... I've been thinkin-... I-"
   

       A loud beep interuppted Keith, it emitted from the oven, indicating the ham was done. I stood up and wiped my hands on the apron.

      "Can you hold that thought for a moment? I have to get the ham out." I smiled apologetically.

       "Sure thing."

  I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed the oven mittens that were set aside on the counter. I slipped them on and opened the oven, being greeted by a blast of heat. I reached inside and pulled out the tray in which the ham sat in its glory, it smelled just as amazing as it looked.

        I strolled to the kitchen table where Keith had been waiting patiently.

        "Do you need help?" He offered.

         "Yes, thanks for asking. Can you grab some plates and silverware from the kitchen?" I set down the tray on a rag that had been on the table, steam was rising from the meal, making my mouth water.

     Keith nodded and stood up, swiftly making his way into the kitchen to grab what we needed, returning shortly and setting them down on the table.

        "Thanks Keith, I really appreciate it." I smiled softly, he averted his gaze to the roses.

     We each grabbed a plate and silverware to serve ourselves food, we seated ourselves across eachother and began to dine in a comfortable silence.

     "Oh I almost forgot. What was it that you wanted to tell me earlier?" I asked, tilting my head slightly. Keith was in the middle of cutting a peice of ham, he paused.

      "Oh, uh... it's not relevant." He lied.

    I quirked a brow and grabbed my glass of iced tea, eying him suspiciously as I took a sip and set the glass down on the table.

      "Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, Keith." I assured, he merely dismissed it.

      "Yeah I know, I've just had alot on my mind lately." He replied and took a bite.

       I sighed and continued to eat, his change of attitude was bothering me so much, I didn't know if I could even eat. If my mind was full, so was my stomach.

      "Keith, you made it seem as if what you wanted to tell me was importan-."

          "Just don't worry about it, _________, okay? Just lay off." Keith interuppted, I began to feel my patience thin.

      "Why do you have the need to push me away when I want to help you? Why are you so hard headed? I was just offering to help but no, you just have to shrug it off like always." I muttered, the table shook as Keith abruptly stood up.

       "Goddammit __________, why do you have to make the situation difficult?!" He raised his voice, I gazed up at him and his jaw was set, his eyes focused on a harsh glare.

       "I'm trying to help you, yet you always turn your back on me!" I countered, my hands clenched on my lap.

        "Help me?! I don't need help! If anything, you can help me by taking your nosy self out of my business." His knuckles turned white by how hard he had them clenched by his sides.

      "Says the one who looked troubled and wanted to tell me something that seemed important, please Keith, grow up!" I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, Keith only seemed to fume.

  "God! You're such a pain in the ass!"

      "Well then why are you still here, asshole?"
   

         "Oh I don't know, maybe because you invited me to this stupid dinner."

      "It's called being generous, sweetheart, maybe you should try it sometime."

     Keith huffed angrily as he couldn't seem to one up my remarks.

  "What's wrong Keith? Cats got your tongue? Or maybe the Red Lion in this case."

    That seemed to drive him over the edge as the tips of his ears turned red, he let out a shaky breath and his expression was beyond pissed. I began to regret getting him this infuriated because I had never driven him this far. Perhaps he was going to murder me.

    "You know what __________? Sometimes I wish that I had never met you out on that field, because I feel like if I haven't, I wouldn't have gone through what I have in these past two years of living on this property. I wouldn't have to deal with waking up, every single morning, looking forward to seeing you, or being near you. I wouldn't have to deal with your snide remarks, or your smug face when you prove me wrong. I wouldn't have to deal with my heart beating a never ending marathon whenever I think about you. I wouldn't have to deal with thinking about when or how I should confess my love to you, because everything about you is everything I've ever wanted in someone. I love you _________, even when you act like a pain in the ass." Keith finished and his gaze softened on me, my heart was pounding in my ears and I felt as if I was on cloud nine.

    "If you don't feel the same... it's fine, I don't care... I just wanted to get that off my ches-."

     "I hate you Keith... I really do." I interrupted him, standing up and walking over to him.

       "If you think I'm the pain in the ass, then you're really lacking some self reflection. I hope you know that you really scared the living daylights out of me earlier and I'll never let you forget that, I hate you Keith, a million times!" I grabbed him by the collar of his flannel and pulled him down to me, our lips centimeters away.

     "You're so lucky I love you too much to hate you."

     Our lips ignited in a for longed kiss full of emotion. Anger, passion, love, everything was scrambled but all I knew is that I loved it.

      His hands roamed up my back and into my hair as mine clenched his flannel, pulling our bodies together like magnets. His tongue parted my lips, deepening the kiss. My body felt as if it was on fire against his, I let out a breathy moan as he tugged at a strand of my hair.

      This must've set something off in him because he got more authoritive. I felt him push me until my back was against the wall, his hands roamed down and cupped the back of my thighs, encouraging me to jump up and wrap my legs around his slim waist.

      We stayed in that position until he pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting on our tongues.

"Maybe we should take this to the bedroom?"

"Agreed..."