[ oh, right, breathing. funny how two seconds ago he wouldn't have even cared for it, but now that his lungs are finally filling with oxygen again he realizes that the lightheadedness he'd been feeling may not have entirely been from that kiss.
not to say that the kiss itself hadn't been amazing because, hey, wow, that happened and hey, wow, who knew it could be so great?
the stillness these few moments of (necessary) breathing offers them is dangerous. still enough to breathe, but still enough too to think. fortunately (?) for lance, his mind kickstarts into overdrive now that it's been given the chance, working now at 1,000 thoughts per minute (as opposed fo his usual 100), and truthfully having too many thoughts is essentially the same as having no thoughts at all, in that, in the end, nothing really gets done at all.
oh, but there are things he wants. past it all, he can feel the longing and desire for it — to touch and taste again, in any way possible. so while they breathe, his forehead finds keith's, and one hand trades a handful of dark hair to grasp one pale (with tanlines!) hand beneath the water, fingers interlaced, hands linked. and while the glitter light doesn't offer them too much to see with, he still tries to search out keith's own eyes amidst the dancing shadows.
of course it's lance to break the stillness in the end. ]
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not to say that the kiss itself hadn't been amazing because, hey, wow, that happened and hey, wow, who knew it could be so great?
the stillness these few moments of (necessary) breathing offers them is dangerous. still enough to breathe, but still enough too to think. fortunately (?) for lance, his mind kickstarts into overdrive now that it's been given the chance, working now at 1,000 thoughts per minute (as opposed fo his usual 100), and truthfully having too many thoughts is essentially the same as having no thoughts at all, in that, in the end, nothing really gets done at all.
oh, but there are things he wants. past it all, he can feel the longing and desire for it — to touch and taste again, in any way possible. so while they breathe, his forehead finds keith's, and one hand trades a handful of dark hair to grasp one pale (with tanlines!) hand beneath the water, fingers interlaced, hands linked. and while the glitter light doesn't offer them too much to see with, he still tries to search out keith's own eyes amidst the dancing shadows.
of course it's lance to break the stillness in the end. ]
...This is okay, right?