"Spandex or leather?" Lance asked, smirking.

Keith threw a pillow at his face.

"Hey!" Lance complained.

Keith leaned back, "Neither you idiot, come cuddle with me."

"But I wanna fu-"

Keith sat up. He was sitting on the couch, and Lance was leaning against the arm standing. Keith pushed himself up onto the arm of the couch, grabbed Lanced face, and kissed him. He kissed hard, but slow.

When he pulled away, he bat his eyes innocently, "What were you saying?"

"That I love you..." Lance nodded in a daze.

"Oh?" Keith asked.

Lance nodded, "And you love me?"

Keith rolled his eyes, "You attention wh-re."

Lance sighed, "Baaaabe! Come on, tell me how you feel!"

Keith slid back down onto the couch cushions and leaned his head against Lance's thigh, "Mm."

Lance sighed, running his hands through Keith's hair, "I cuddle with you" he tempted.

Keith's eyes lit up, "I l- Mm..." He huffed. He always had a hard time telling Lance exactly how he felt. He wasn't sure why. The original distaste to do so turned into an awkward, non-verbal admission. He'd never said he loved Lance out loud. It just... Wasn't how they were.

But Lance wanted to change that. He wanted there to be meaning. He knew Keith loved him. But more and more, he wanted to hear Keith say it.

Keith sighed, "I..."

More and more, Keith wanted to hear himself say it to.

"Um- Marry me."

He blushed. Lance froze.

"I, uh..." Keith mumbled. "Cuddles now?"