#plance quicky

[adobedragon]

Adult Plance from my fic, St. Elmo's Fire.

[adobedragon]

Pidge was pissed, but Lance detected the twitch of a smile on her lips, so he added a dollop of charm to his contrition. "Aw, come on hermosa. You can't be mad—"

"Don't 'hermosa' me. Explain yourself, Goofball."

"I was just trying to protect you," said Lance.

"I don't need protecting. I was a Paladin of Voltron."

Lance took a second to process this. "You protect me all the time. Why's that any different?"

"It's different because I've done the math."

"Math?"

"Probability actually. Based on my calculations there is a high probability that you will always opt for actions that are both heroic and self-destructive. Your chances of survival, however, are high if I intervene."

"So...the math says, 'Pidge loves Lance?'"

"Yes," agreed Pidge. "But you're still in trouble."

"Aw..., come on hermosa..."