Give me all the Lance Valentine's day stuff. Fluffy, NSFW you name it. (And if no one else has requested James Griffin do him to bc he is fineee~)
Lance:
From what we see in canon, Lance is one of the most romance-oriented characters in the Voltron series. So you bet your ass Valentine’s day is one of his favorite holidays of the year
He wakes you up with breakfast in bed: chilaquiles, with orange juice and chocolate covered strawberries
Romantic pop songs are playing in the background as you eat your absolutely delicious breakfast and he’s serenading and feeding you adn you feel so pampered and in love
Just as you finish eating Whitney Houston’s “I Want to Dance With Somebody” comes on from the speakers and he pulls you up from the bed to dance with him
The both of you are smiling and laughing so hard as you shout sing the lyrics to this BOP!
He lifts you up at the key change and goes all out; dipping you, spinning you and going ham
SO. GODDAMN. FUN.
When the song ends, he places your feet on the ground and kisses your cheeks (which hurt from smiling so much)
“Get dressed! I have an entire day planned for just the two of us?” he says, grinning.
“Somebody’s been looking forward to Valentine’s day.” you tease him. “What are we doing first?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he winks. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
“Alright.” you chuckle, absolutely giddy.
You step into your shared walk-in closet to change and are surprised by the prettiest sundress you’ve ever seen in your entire life.
There’s a sticky note on it that read: Happy Valentine’s Day, Babe. Hope you like it -L
You come downstairs wearing the dress and with the new shoes he bought you, too.
He’s digging through the fridge when he hears you walk into the kitchen.
“Hey, babe, do you like the dress I got you–oh–”
He fumbles to keep from dropping the tupperware full of food in his arms.
You just look so beautiful.
He’s grinning so wide as he quickly packs the tupperware into a–
“Ooooh a picnic basket?” you ask coyly.
“Picnic in the park.” he shrugs. “We’re doing every cliche romantic date there is, babe.”
You walk over to him, he wraps his arms around your waist, and you give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “I love you so much.”
He blushes and hides his face in your hair. “I love you, too.”
James:
Because Valentine’s day was on a weekday, both of you decided to do all the romantic festivities at the end of the work day
He’s out of the apartment by the time you’re just waking up, but he’s left a note on his pillow.
It reads: Happy Valentine’s Day. Sorry I can’t be there when you wake up. I’ll be thinking about you all day. See you tonight. - James
You probably reread it ten times before you actually get out of bed to get ready. You keep it in your pocket throughout the work day and look at it when you need a little more motivation to get work done.
When you finally get home, James opens the door just before you wrap your hand around the doorknob.
“Why hello there,” you say with a giggle as he pulls you into the apartment by waist.
“Hello yourself,” he replies almost breathlessly.
You squeal as he begins kissing your neck and your jaw and your cheeks.
As much as you want him to continue you manage to get your hands on his chest to push him away.
He’s pouting. It’s adorable.
“We’re going to miss our dinner reservation.”
He shrugs noncommittally. “So?”
You laugh. “So? James we got this reservation three months in advance! We can’t just not go to it.”
He groans. “Fine. But the second we get back here, I’m taking you straight to bed.”
You smirk. “Promise?”
He narrows his eyes. “Don’t test me. I’m barely holding it together as it is.” He says it with a laugh, but when you look in his eyes he’s completely serious.
He’s already dressed: a red sweater over a white oxford and dark jeans.
“Go get ready. We’ll leave in thirty.” he tells you, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before pulling away.
He only lasts fifteen minutes though before he knocks on your bedroom door to check up on you. (The sooner you get to dinner, to sooner you finish it, the sooner he can get back to the apartment and absolutely ravish you)
“You almost ready, babe?” he asks, opening the door.
Blood rushes to his face as he spies you leaning over the vanity in a dark red lingerie set complete with a waist cincher, garter belt, and stockings.
How the fuck is he supposed to wait through two hours of dinner when you’re wearing THAT underneath your dress???
Answer: He’s not
You finishing fastening your pearl earrings. “I just need ten more minutes--mmph!”
He spins you around, lifts you so you’re sitting on the vanity and captures your lips in a heated kiss.
You moan against him in surprise and pleasure, becoming aware of the tent in James’s pants as he grinds against you.
You push him away again. “What about the reservation?”
“Fuck the reservation.”
You smiled. “I’m fine with that.”
