[ the barely there pressure against his lips lasts for four beats, and keith wastes about half of them being confused about what exactly is happening. at first, he's convinced the added bit of contact is nothing more than the unfortunate consequence of trying to shuffle around in close proximity, but by the time he has his eyes open agai and ready to hear an apology, the feather pressure is gone and his lips tingle in the aftermath. keith stares, expectation shifting from apology to explanation, but when that doesn't come either, he's left with a ridiculous flutter in his chest that spreads to his stomach and further down to the tips of his toes.
goodnight? sweet dreams?
keith laughs without completely meaning to. part incredulous, part helpless outlet for the amplified jittery, tingling feeling, keith starts talking before he has any idea of what he actually wants to say. ]
Did you just...
[ kiss me? he trails off after hearing his own hopefulness unfiltered in voice. there aren't many ways to misinterpret four whole beats of gentle lip to lip contact, but surely if that's how shiro meant it, there would be some acknowledgement afterwards? maybe? yes? no? second guessing wildly, keith flushes and clears his throat. he isn't able to stamp out his jubilance, but his tone is a little more subdued all the same as he gently curls his fingers along the small of shiro's back. ]
I mean... sweet dreams? [ shit, why is that a question again? keith clears his throat a second time, then hastily closes his eyes before this turns into a conversation he's not entirely sure he's capable of handling right this moment. what does it even mean if friends kiss to say good night just because they can? and putting that aside, does this mean shiro thinks kissing feels right? warmth buzzing pleasantly under shiro's hands, keith tucks himself in just a little closer, ducking his head to rest under his best firend's chin. ]
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omg you lied to me
goodnight? sweet dreams?
keith laughs without completely meaning to. part incredulous, part helpless outlet for the amplified jittery, tingling feeling, keith starts talking before he has any idea of what he actually wants to say. ]
Did you just...
[ kiss me? he trails off after hearing his own hopefulness unfiltered in voice. there aren't many ways to misinterpret four whole beats of gentle lip to lip contact, but surely if that's how shiro meant it, there would be some acknowledgement afterwards? maybe? yes? no? second guessing wildly, keith flushes and clears his throat. he isn't able to stamp out his jubilance, but his tone is a little more subdued all the same as he gently curls his fingers along the small of shiro's back. ]
I mean... sweet dreams? [ shit, why is that a question again? keith clears his throat a second time, then hastily closes his eyes before this turns into a conversation he's not entirely sure he's capable of handling right this moment. what does it even mean if friends kiss to say good night just because they can? and putting that aside, does this mean shiro thinks kissing feels right? warmth buzzing pleasantly under shiro's hands, keith tucks himself in just a little closer, ducking his head to rest under his best firend's chin. ]
Night, Shiro.