Christmas Drabbles
Part 14
Kidge- Gift Wrapping
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Pidge finally lugged her gifts into her room to get wrapped up.
She had finally, finally figured out what to get everyone for Christmas. Now she had to face the daunting task of wrapping them all, which sucks. Maybe she could enlist the help of someone else who is struggling? Not Lance, he gets his shopping done months in advance. Or Hunk because he can’t keep a secret to save his life.
Not Shiro, he’ll probably scold her for procrastinating again. Allura, Romelle and Coran would have way too many questions, and Pidge does not have that much patience to spare this time of year. And Matt is also terrible at secrets, so there’s that. That leaves Keith.
Maybe.
She stashes the gifts under her bed, hardly fitting it without smashing everything, and then she went to find the resident emo. He was probably being his emo self and hiding away in the miniature training room in the basement. She trots down the stairs without having to stop for conversation because she was sneaky and avoided people.
She ended finding exactly where she predicted he would be.
“Keith!” Pidge called out over the sound of heavy bass and skin smacking leather. Keith was doing some form of advance martial art on a leather padded pole. He wore nothing but his sweatpants, and his leather gloves. His feet, thighs and hands were wrapped in medical tape, his leather gloves over the tape on his hands. Emo weirdo.
“Keith!” She tried again. This time she caught Keith’s attention, and he froze mid kick to what was probably the face of whoever he was imagining. It was impressive he could hold his stance like that. One foot planted, the other level with his waist and crooked slightly behind his back. His arms were lifted for balance, clenched in loose fists.
He holds that pose a second before straightening back into a flat footed stance.
Keith pushes away the sweat on his forehead, tightening his short ponytail in the pass of his hands. He steps beside the dummy to reach down and grab a remote. The music is stopped short with a fizzle of sound.
“What’s up Pidge?” He asked, grabbing a towel off a rack on the wall as he stepped closer and rubbing his face and neck down. She frowns at the valley of the scar on his shoulder, and the raised line on his face.
“Wanna help me wrap presents?” She asked. Keith smiled sheepishly as he reached to grab his shirt.
“Only if you help with mine too.” He says, and slips the shirt over his head. Gross. Keith must see her expression that has to be filled with disgust. “What?”
“You’re sweaty, go shower you gross emo.” She says, crinkling her nose at the smell of sweat wafting off him like a strong cologne no one could actually think is attractive. Keith glances down at himself before smiling wickedly. Pidge is already running away to her room before he chases her. Speedwise, he would have won, but Pidge is much more crafty. She makes it into her room, but fails to shut the door before he’s on her like a cheetah launching on its prey.
She struggles with every ounce of willpower and strength but to no avail.
Keith takes great pleasure as he rubs his sweat all over her, just like Matt used to do before she figured out how to blackmail him. Too bad Keith is near impossible to find dirt on. For one, as closed off as the man can be, he’s literally the most open book of the paladins, and for two Keith didn’t care enough about being embarrassed to adhere to blackmail.
She finally squirms free, and they both part for showers.
Keith and Pidge spend three hours wrapping presents. They take so long because they kept getting caught up in the cryptid theories they were playing for background noise. That left them with a present each, which was each other’s presents. Keith seemed to become a cat in an instant because all of a sudden he was curious and trying to get behind her to see his gift.
She fought him off well.
It got to the point that she snatched her bayard off the floor and wrapped him up in the cord, but not electrocuting him. Then she shoved him towards the door.
“Oh come on Pidge! Let me peak!” Keith whined playfully, laughing too hard to make her give in. She pushed him into the space of the door frame.
“No, now get out so I can wrap your present.” Pidge said, then retracted her bayard and slammed the door in Keith’s face, sending him laughing down the hallway.
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