[For all that Pidge kicks and hits him, how rough and tumble she can be, this part of her is one Lance rarely sees, but still appreciates her showing him. After the sharp edge of violence and death, Lance craves the softness, the gentle caress of her fingers against his sensitive scalp, the warmth of her lap against his cheek.
He chuckles softly, almost inaudible, a sound he never expected to hear himself make tonight.]
Okay, but let's see him try that with Kaltenecker. She'd kick his ass across the island.
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He chuckles softly, almost inaudible, a sound he never expected to hear himself make tonight.]
Okay, but let's see him try that with Kaltenecker. She'd kick his ass across the island.