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"Let's go."
"What did you do?"
Matt smiled. "What makes you think I did something?"
"Because we're walking to the exit, and as far as I can tell, we still don't have the intel." Shiro kept his voice low as he spoke.
"That's where you're wrong." Matt slipped his hand into Shiro's, pressing a small chip into his palm. "As usual, you underestimate Rover."
Shiro grimaced, catching some curious glances from the corner of his eye. "We're walking too fast."
"That might be... because we only have a minute to get out."
"What did you do?" Shiro hissed.
A concussive boom from above answered his question, and Shiro shot Matt a glare.
"Huh. That went off faster than I expected."
"Fantastic." Shiro's grip on Matt's hand tightened as he broke into a run. "Princess, we need an extraction."
Allura's voice in his ear was sharp and frustrated. "I noticed. Matt, I thought we discussed the pyrotechnics."
"I thought we ended that talk on a maybe." Matt answered, struggling to keep up with Shiro's long strides.
"The only maybe is your continued employment after this stunt. Did you at least achieve the objective?" Allura snapped.
"Yes. Where are the others?" Shiro spoke up.
Lance's voice popped into the chat. "Umm... About that. We hit a snag. Everyone's headed our way now that the building is being evacuated."
"How long do we have?" Shiro asked, pausing now that they were outside.
"They're telling us to move now," Pidge answered. "And they're not exactly taking no for an answer."
"Go. We'll find another way out. Is Hunk-"
"Kind of have my hands full here," Hunk's voice chimed in. "Shay's doing her best, but you could have given us a little warning before you blew up the roof. If we were gonna use explosives on something, it should have been the safe."
"We're just a few ticks out!" Coran chirped over the link. "Stay out of trouble, and we'll be there soon."
Shiro glanced around at the chaos surrounding them. "How long exactly is a few ticks?"
"We'll be there as fast as we can."
Coran's answer wasn't exactly reassuring, but it was the best the team could provide. Shiro would definitely have some words for his partner once this was through. "Okay, we-"
Matt grabbed Shiro and tugged him out of sight. "Guards."
Shiro didn't take even a second to think. He just grabbed Matt's hands and pinned him against the wall.
"Shir-"
Shiro cut him off with a quick, aggressive kiss. He poured every ounce of frustration and disappointment over the way this evening ended into the bruising press of lips on lips. Matt's eyes widened when the length of Shiro's body collided with his, firmly trapping him against the wall. The shock wore off quickly when Shiro slipped his tongue between Matt's lips.
Matt hadn't quite expected to end his day becoming intimately acquainted with the feeling of his partner's tongue in his mouth, but now that it was happening, he wasn't exactly complaining. His eyes slid closed, and he relaxed into Shiro's hold, melting under the heat washing over him, warming even the bricks at his back. Matt was tempted to joke about how he'd always known Shiro was hot, but his thoughts gave out on him when Shiro decided they weren't quite close enough yet and rolled his hips over Matt's in a move that left Matt moaning into Shiro's mouth.
Shiro dimly registered the sound of the guard's footsteps, but he didn't even pause. Instead, he laced his fingers in Matt's, the cool metal of his prosthetic warming under the heat of the other man's skin. He moved back to gasp for air, ignoring the stares of the approaching security guards, and dove back in for another deep kiss. Matt might not have intended to put on such a show, particularly with his father and sister listening in, but Shiro felt that he'd earned a little embarrassment after so thoroughly jeopardizing their mission. Besides, the soft, approving hums were doing wonders for Shiro's lingering frustration.
One of the guards tugged Shiro away and frowned. "Were you two at the party upstairs?"
Shiro made a show of blinking and clearing his throat. He released one of Matt's hands, but he kept the other firmly entangled. "Yes. We were actually on our way out when we heard the explosions."
"Really?" the guard looked skeptical, glancing between Shiro and the dazed, blushing man still leaning heavily against the wall.
"Normally, I'm not one to leave a party early, but my plus one was..." Shiro smirked as he glanced at Matt from the corner of his eye. "He was eager to get somewhere more private."
Matt couldn't tell if he was more embarrassed by the tone Shiro was using or the way Pidge was shouting in his ear that she did not need to hear this.
"Several of the guests reported a couple fleeing the area right before the explosion."
"Like I said, he was eager."
Matt frowned. "I'm right here."
Shiro didn't even look. He just released Matt's other hand to cover his mouth instead. "I can assure you, we weren't involved, if that's what you're concerned about."
"Would you be willing to come with us for questioning?" the other guard asked, folding her arms over her chest.
Shiro chuckled, lowering his voice as he spoke, "Only if I get to be the one to cuff him." Nothing quite like oversharing to dampen a security guard's interest.
Matt protested into Shiro's palm, not that it did much good. The guard rolled his eyes. "Sir, that's not-"
Another explosion boomed overhead. Hunk must have gotten tired of waiting for Shay to finish breaking open the safe.
"Here." Shiro fished out the fake badge Pidge had created for him to get into the party and handed it over the guard. "This has all of my contact information on it. You can question me later."
The guard seemed reluctant to accept it, but his partner was already urging him to leave. They hurried off to find the site of the second explosion.
Matt relaxed. Shiro's solution might have been a little embarrassing, but at least it worked. The guards were gone, and they were free and clear now.
So, why wasn't Shiro moving his hand?
Matt looked up to see Shiro staring down at him, his eyes dark. "Why are you always so reckless?" he growled. Instead of stepping back and lecturing Matt as he usually did, Shiro instead pressed forward again, only freeing Matt's mouth once he was close enough to kiss him again. Matt wanted to explain, wanted to ask his partner why he was still kissing him, but all he could do was melt all over again when Shiro slid his hands down to Matt's hips, tugging them sharply closer to his. It was embarrassing, really, how Shiro could bring him to the point of complete mental failure in the span of a breath.
"We're here. Where are you?" Sam's voice in his ear brought Shiro back, and he stepped away from Matt with a deliberately neutral expression.
"We'll meet you. We're still by the building. We were stopped by security."
"Yeah, we all heard that." Pidge complained. "Was the making out really necessary?"
"It worked, didn't it?"
"It worked for me," Lance joked. He shouted in pain. "Ow, cut it out!"
"You're such a child!" she shouted, the sounds of a scuffle cutting into their end of the conversation.
Matt was still pink and breathing hard when they finally met with Coran and Sam. He couldn't quite look either of them in the eye, knowing they'd overheard everything. He'd be furious with Shiro if he wasn't busy actively daydreaming about the feel of Shiro's hands on his hips and Shiro's lips on his... He cleared his throat and looked out the window, trying not to blush any more and failing miserably. Besides, he'd probably earned a little humiliation when he set off an explosion without any kind of authorization. That didn't make it any less difficult to come to grips with the fact the he wanted his partner to pin him to a wall and kiss him silly again.
Meanwhile, Shiro was having an internal crisis of his own. While he debriefed Allura on what had happened, his mind helpfully supplied reminders of the sounds Matt made, his moan still buzzing in Shiro's throat. Shiro's fingers itched with the remembered sensation of Matt's hips pressing closer to his. As Allura lectured them both about the many ways this could have been more effectively accomplished, Shiro battled the urge to see just how many more ways he could make his partner blush.
This, they both realized, was going to be awkward.