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“Hey - Pidge.” Lance whisper-yelled to his roommate, who was peacefully sleeping, splayed out on his back with his blanket halfway fallen off his body.
Pidge was immediately awaken by the light brushing of Lance’s lips against his earlobe, and the sound of his voice, gruff from sleep. He flinched and gasped, “L-Lance?” He panted, quickly covering his unbound, tank top clad chest with his blanket.
Their other roommate, Hunk, was undisturbed by the noise, and continued sleeping peacefully. Lance knew by now that he was a deep sleeper.
“Uh - sorry,” Lance apologized sheepishly, “Um, so…I wanted to sneak out tonight, and I have no one to go with, so. You’ve never expressed interest in it before, but I just wanted to ask if you’d come with me.”
Pidge was surprised, to say the least. Why would Lance ask her? Pidge was pretty convinced that Lance was not too fond of her; probably quite intimidated by her, actually. Despite her suspicions, she was quite drawn to the idea of sneaking out with him. She considered, for a second, that he may possibly be planning on something more sinister where no one would see. She knew she could defend herself, though - she kept a pocketknife in her bag, even if it was against the school rules. Just in case. She was a small girl surrounded by many large men all the time since she was in the boys dorms. Even if they thought she was a boy, Katie knew there was a lot of risk in the situation she had found herself in. (And she knew she would never get caught, thanks to her intent nature and wit.)
“Uhh - okay,” Pidge answered, giving him a slight smile and grabbing his glasses, awkwardly placing them upon his face. “Just - lemme get changed first, it’ll be too cold in just this.” Pidge picked up his duffel bag, walking to the bathroom. Lance almost asked him why he felt the need to leave to change, but decided against it. Later. For now he didn’t want to make Pidge any more uncomfortable with him.
Pidge entered the mens room, locking herself in a stall to just take a minute to process what was happening to her. This was…suspicious, and maybe someone more street smart and socially mature would be thinking more about the potential danger of the situation. But at this point all she could think about was the fact that her admittedly handsome roommate wanted to sneak out with her alone. And now, it was exciting, not scary.
She flapped her hands for a bit, unlocking the stall and pacing around the bathroom for a bit to regulate her intense ecstasy. She then dressed herself in a plain, chest flattening sports bra, a big green sweater, and grey sweatpants. Of course, she snuck the knife in her pants pocket, just in case. She may have been dumb, driven by her girlish fluttery feelings, but she sure as hell wasn’t stupid.
Pidge made her way back to the dorm after studying herself in the mirror for a few minutes, making sure she looked presentable, but not too feminine of course, just cute. She cracked the door open shyly, smiling weakly at Lance.
Lance gave Pidge a small smile, and Lance saw color rise to his pale face.
Lance led him out of their room and down the hallways, skillfully avoiding detection from the security system.
“Pidge - “ Lance mumbled, voice still husky from the phlegm in his throat. Kinda gross when she thought of it like that, honestly, but it sounded quite sensual.
Ew! No. She immediately shoved that thought right back down.
Before she could contemplate the perverse direction mind was going to, Lance interrupted by pinning her against the wall, shuffling towards the door. She gasped, causing him to immediately cover her mouth with his gangly hand.
“Sorry,” he said immediately after they made their way to the door.
Pidge was a little terrified, but mostly excited. “I-it’s okay,” she squeaked, thankful that the dark light hid her intense blush.
Lance grabbed ahold of her hand, urgently tugging her out of the school building.
Pidge looked up at him with wide eyes once they were outside.
“Um. I wanted to show you this one place that I think you’ll like. I usually go there when I sneak out of here, so.” He walked next to Pidge.
Pidge followed him, basking in the rush this entire situation was giving her. The cool, crisp air grazing her rosy cheeks.
Lance brought Pidge to a pile of rubble a while away from the school building. There was a large wing on the ground that Lance took a seat on.
“Huh,” Pidge scanned her surroundings, sitting next to him. The wing they were sitting on was the biggest piece of debris, and some small broken parts were scattered around it.
“Maybe it’s not the nicest to look at here, but I don’t think anyone will catch us here.” He mentioned, seeing Pidge’s rather curious face.
“Beautiful,” Pidge said softly, looking down at the pile of parts on the ground. “I think it’s really interesting to see broken off parts all interspersed around like this. Makes me think about what purposes they served when they were in use. I think this is an aft skirt,” Pidge said, holding it up.
“Oh - yeah,” Lance agreed, caught off guard by the small boys’ interest in something he didn’t enjoy all that much about being a pilot.
They talked for a while about how they ended up at the Garrison, their lives before it, and their thoughts on and their experiences in the school. Pidge slowly started to become noticeably more comfortable, laughing, and the moonlight illuminating his face lighting up when he was really deep in a story.
Time flew by as they talked on and on - but Lance saw Pidge constantly yawn and rest his head on his shoulder, and Lance knew it was time for him to go to sleep.
“Pidge,” he murmured, “I think it’s time we get back in, you seem tired. We can…do this again another time okay?”
Pidge gave a small yawn before leaning his head against Lance’s chest. Lance chuckled, carrying him back towards the building, shocked at how light he was.
Lance tucked Pidge into bed, taking his glasses off gently. “G’night,” he soothed as Pidge rustled a bit. Lance noticed Pidge mumbling incoherently, and leaned a bit closer to hear.
“Lance…not how it works.” He said, in a nearly condescending tone.
Lance held in his laughter. He was a sleeptalker too, and he’d been recorded doing it before. He knew he said some pretty random stuff when he was asleep, so he wasn’t offended.
“Okay. Goodnight,” he said a final time before crawling into bed.