[Shiro looks good in that chair. Shiro looks right in that chair, not out of place the way Keith still feels sometimes.
And Black's nudging him toward this feeling of rightness, like a thrum of excitement in his stomach. He stands to Shiro's side, hand resting lightly on the back of the pilot's seat, and he's prepared to wait a moment, to actually exercise patience, but his fingers twitch with a sudden flash of knowing.
Only it's...weird. Maybe not the weirdest thing either one of them has had to do, but the tug is so strong that Keith feels himself flush under the neck of his suit, lips pursed into a frown.]
I think I know what we need to do, but, um. [He watches the screens instead of Shiro, hoping something will change, before finally dragging his gaze back to him.] Only if you're okay with it. And if I'm wrong, don't laugh.
I think she wants me to sit with you. Not in your lap, but--in front of you. [Between your legs, as if that's better.
And it's not that Keith's not comfortable being close to Shiro, but this is different. The pilot's seat may have changed hands but sitting pressed against each other in Black sounds both illicit and natural, like it's obvious she wouldn't move any other way. He wonders if Shiro feels it at all or if it's just him experiencing that pull, fingers clasped around the back of the chair.]
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And Black's nudging him toward this feeling of rightness, like a thrum of excitement in his stomach. He stands to Shiro's side, hand resting lightly on the back of the pilot's seat, and he's prepared to wait a moment, to actually exercise patience, but his fingers twitch with a sudden flash of knowing.
Only it's...weird. Maybe not the weirdest thing either one of them has had to do, but the tug is so strong that Keith feels himself flush under the neck of his suit, lips pursed into a frown.]
I think I know what we need to do, but, um. [He watches the screens instead of Shiro, hoping something will change, before finally dragging his gaze back to him.] Only if you're okay with it. And if I'm wrong, don't laugh.
I think she wants me to sit with you. Not in your lap, but--in front of you. [Between your legs, as if that's better.
And it's not that Keith's not comfortable being close to Shiro, but this is different. The pilot's seat may have changed hands but sitting pressed against each other in Black sounds both illicit and natural, like it's obvious she wouldn't move any other way. He wonders if Shiro feels it at all or if it's just him experiencing that pull, fingers clasped around the back of the chair.]