"So bring chips, 'kay?"

"Yup!" exclaims Lance hanging up the phone. Videogames night at Pidge, what could possibly go wrong? Nothing, right? Nothing except the two of them were going to be alone (thank Hunk and Keith, those morons). Alone. In her bedroom. The whole night. He knows what it means, of course he does, and can help but feels nervous about it.

"Spit it out."

"What, mullet?"

"Whatever you're thinking, you're making faces… strange faces."

"I don't! And I ain't have nothing to tell you!"

"I don't have time for this, Lance. Spit. It. Out."

Lance looks at Keith, who's looking back at him surprisingly not as amused as his words may indicate.

Maybe, just maybe he should tell… even though Keith's not the best at relationships.

"Pidge and I are gonna play video games."

"And you wanna beat her? Basket case, bro."

"No, it's not th… what?! I CAN beat her, mullet! Dont underestimate my various abilities and capacities… but it's not that. We'll be… alone."

"And….?"

"And alone, Keith! Alone alone."

"What's the fucking problem with tha… uh. I see it. So, you haven't?"

"Of course not Keith!"

"But you've been dating for like… how much? Three, four months?"

"I know but have you see Pidge? She's tiny!"

In all the realms, in all the kingdoms and countries, Lance was sure the poker face Keith just displayed had never been seen before.

"When did you discover that? No one could have imagined."

"Ha ha, so funny mullet. What I mean is… She's tiny tiny"

"..."

"Tiny"

"..."

"... Tiny like a child."

"..."

"..."

" That's so fucked up"

"Thank you, you've been great help." says as he stands up and starts to gather his books in his backpack.

"No, Lance, wait. Wait, okay? I'm… processing it. That's

… rough, buddy."

"Don't Zuko me, you emo."

"Okay, it's just… I see the struggle, trust me I do but… why did you date her in the first place if you didn't like that?"

"I like that! And… OUCH! Mullet! Don't fucking hit me, you're leaving a bruise, man! And no, I'm not a pedophile. It just like, she's so little and cute and precious, I can't think about doing that to her. It feels mean. I feel like a pervert for wanting it."

"She's not a child, Lance. Actually, she's your girlfriend, it's natural that you want it."

"... I won't."

"You'll have to, at some poin soon."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you think about how she'll feel knowing you had sex with I don't care how many people and now you don't wanna do it with her?"

Oh fuck. Fuck Lance and his big mouth for telling. Obviously he stopped since they're dating but he did tell his experiences in the video games nights.

'Fuck'

Stepping out of the bathtub, a shiver went through her body when her feet touched the cold floor. Tonight's the night. It has to be.

Pidge rubbed a towel against her short dripping hair and looked at herself in the mirror. It's not like she never seen her own body naked, but there had been only a few times she actually thought on what anyone else would think about her, and this was one of them.

As always since she was self-conscious, a lot of what-if questions invaded her mind. What if he doesn't like her? What if she can't turn him on? What if he expects her to know what to do? One thing is to make out with a guy in a Robotic contest but now they're would be alone and hormonal and she had to be ready.

But what if they don't do it? After all, they didn't plan it, she was just anticipating to the situations, thinking too fast and racing too far. Nonetheless, the girl went to the bottom drawer of her wardrobe to picked some black lace bralette and panties. She had to be ready.

"You're okay?"

Lance realized his character just died and he hadn't noticed, well, not as if he had been paying attention.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm alright."

"You seem off."

"Nah, I'm just tired"

Pidge looked at him and felt that was the right moment to make her move… In other words, one of the moves she collected from teen magazines, because shame on you to think she hasn't done an exhausting investigation about the topic.

First, a swift skin to skin contact. That was easy since they both we're laying on her bed, and so she rubbed her bare feet against Lance's ankles while cupping his hand into hers.

"Maybe we can do something different for a change."

She laid towards to kiss him but his face was never reached, instead she felt a turbulence on the bed because he just stood up. Avoidance. Great.

"I'll go get more chips."

"Lance."

"Sour cream, I know, I know."

"Lance" she inhaled deeply. "What the fuck?"

"What do you mean?" asked avoiding the elephant in the room.

"I wanna fuck."

"Pidgey, you don't have to, ju…"

"I don't have to, I want to" stated raising up on her knees to grab her boyfriend by the shirt and pull him to her height. "I want you to fuck me, Lance."

And then she kissed him.

And then he was set on fire.

She opened her mouth and overlicked his lips with her tongue, just before he opened his as well and both warm slicky liquids mixed in a fast paced dance.

He drew his arms around her petite body, leaving one across her back with the hand open against it, feeling her chaotic breathing rhythm and his fingers tickled by the tips of her hair, while his other hand was over her butt, squeezing softly.

Pidge trhew herself to the bed, forcing Lance to lay over her, but neither of them stopped the kissing. Lance manage to fix his position and rest his weith over his knees around her and could felt his boner pushing against her. He let himself rest more weight over her to press her harder and when she moaned partly silenced by his own mouth, he lost it completely.

He wanted her, she needed him.

Lance drew a line through her body until her pants and rapidly sliced his hand into her underwear. She could feel him going past her clit to her vagina to discover how wet she was, sticking his fingers in the warm slippery liquids, tempted to go inside, but instead he begun masturbating her well moistened pleasure center. Her moans grew louder and louder, and suddenly Lance took his mouth away from hers and dragged it until her neck. He licked and sucked softly as she moved her hips against his hand, making herself scream.

She wanted to feel him completely and so pulled up his shirt a little with both of her hands, letting him know she wanted that thing off her way and so he did, he raised over his kness and threw that piece of cloth somewhere in the room, but she felt helpless without his mouth and his tongue and the warm drawings he left over her skin, so she pushed herself up against him, trying to be left on top, but that mistaken calculation made them both fall off the bed.

"Ouch Pidge, way to go wild" teased him with a smirk, now laying on his back and his dick beating hard against his jeans.

Pidge was left to enjoy the view when her eyes found a dark spot near his shoulder.

"What's that?"

"What? Oh, Keith went hard on me."

"Ow cool, now I can make it up to you."

Curiosity growing, Lance watched her go down on him and felt like heaven. The moment her little hands managed to open the zipper his dick stood up large and made her back off a little. She was cute. When she took the boxers off his crotch she lowered her mouth and gave it a small kiss on the top. Slowly, started dragging his wet tongue against his hot beating head and grabbed it by the bottom. Her head moved lower while his dick penetrated her wet warm tight mouth. Up and down, up and down, while masturbating him as well. He was touching her hair, grabbing her and holding back his urges to push her deeper and "atragantar* her with his cock. Her saliva was all around him and he felt a lighting through the body each time she looked up at him with his dick inside her pretty little lips. She was an angel.

He had his eyes shut when she stopped to speak.

"Would ya?"

She was looking adorable sitting on the floor with her hands messing together, her face flushed, her mouth wet and hot and her lips, God, het lips were cherry red. Lance lost himself for a second and almost, almost, felt guilty. Then he realized she was still dressed and so sighed out. He sat up and pulled her sweater off her.

"No… no, Pidge, don't try to cover" stopped her as she *inconscientemente* tried to hug herself. "You don't need it."

Pidge hold a little laugh out of nerves and smirked while downing one bra strap.

"You want this, don't you?"

Lance laughed but hell he did. After letting her bra go he covered her tits with his own hands, only letting them free to lick them. Hard wet tongue against erected soft nipples: The only war he was happyly willing to battle. Plus, her moans only made him want to do more and more.

She felt then his hand "desabotonando" her jeans and helped him, she was so wet and dazed waiting wasn't an option anymore. He pushed his weight over her and she laid down.

"Pidge, no, I won't do it. I didn't bring anything."

"Go anyway."

"No, you're crazy."

"Lance, please I'm dying" begged looking at him with big puppy eyes. "Do it."

Suddenly she felt full. And pain. She screamed, maybe a little louder than what she expected but hell, she felt like tearing apart inside. *picaba y ardía*. Her head panicked and wanted out but Lance looked sweetly at her.

"It's okay, sorry, it's better at once."

His slow movements begun and by the third or fourth time he came back in, the pain had gone away and her hips started moving too.

A warm feeling came from inside of her as both of them started going. She felt her head flying as she tried to touch every inch of her back with her fingers. From time to time they would kiss, and he would grunt, but after a while her moaning went louder and harder to hold, even more when he masturbated her clit.

Then the explosion came. She felt jolted from the top of her head to the last of her toes, a electric bolt through her body, and so she screamed.

Lance couldn't hold it much longer and his moves became erratic, more and more until he pushed himself against her and thrusted* over and over while his sperm expanded every where inside of her matrix.

Finding it hard to breath, he trhew himself by her side, looking at her. She was glorious. And a mess. A glorious mess.

Pidge dragged her view from the ceiling to Lance, sweetly looking at her, and a smile popped out unwillingly.

"That was great, you know."

"I agree, little pigeon… Sorry by the way."

"No prob, I'm outbof danger, I'm sure."

His eyebrow lifted up and she laughed out, soon followed.

"Lance."

"Hm?" mumbled as he hugged her, leaving her inside his arms.

"If you… if you ever break my hheart" she gulped, "then I'll change your mind, over and over again."

"Why are you saying that?" asked in confusion.

"I want you. I really do. I wanna stick with you and I will do my part in the relationship to make it work. I won't let us die over nothing" Pidge realized she was going too fast and too far, but when she looked at him, his smile was bigger than ever.

"I will do my part too, babe, but we both know Matt will kill me if I ever ever break your heart."

"True though."

Lance knew this opening was being difficult to her, she never talked like this before, but that was because she really meant it. That wasn't just bubbling speaking. That was a heart wish.

He hugged her tighter and she did the same.

… that's when they heard the front door opening.