Kidge Winter Event

Kidge winter event

Day 8: Christmas

(This is a part two of Day 6: Mistletoe)

That kiss, full of passion and lightheartedness was all it took to drive him crazy. He lowered his head as much as possible, and even if it was uncomfortable he didn't care, he had to make that kiss last as long as possible. His lips against hers made sparks in his mouth, distributing that searing fire throughout his body. He caressed her waist, that sweet little narrow waist that she had earned in the time he was on a mission and she was at home on Earth, so perfect and soft. Suddenly he was overcome by a strange warm sensation, but that kiss was setting off fireworks in his stomach, and for a moment he was afraid that it might explode. Her arms around his neck became tighter and tighter as she tried hard to get up higher and reach him, but hurting his back in the process, but he didn't care. If lust was a road to hell, then he would more than willingly go there. He held her closer while her arms encircled his neck ardently, so much so that it was a slight annoyance, but for what he wanted, dying now wasn't a problem, not in her arms and with his mouth glued shut to hers. The mistletoe was still hanging from the ceiling, and the mess in the next room wasn't finished yet. Everyone was probably opening presents now, but that, to Keith, was the best gift anyone could give him. The mutual warmth was nothing short of fantastic, as that magical kiss turned into a real mess of tongues and hungry bites. This position of hers was rather uncomfortable, and he gently pushed her against the wall near the staircase, positioning his hands and welded his fingers into her thighs. He pulled her up, kissing her ardently, and one arm lowered from her thigh to her knee, encircleling her leg by his torso, caressing the bare skin of her calf, the other moved up towards her exposed back, whose only parts of fabric were green ribbons, which, elegant as they were, he wanted to tear. In reality he wanted to tear off her entire dress at that moment. He bit her lower lip and she let out a soft moan as breathing became erratic for both of them. All that passion was too much. “Keith…”: she gasped, breaking the kiss and looking into his eyes: “We have to stop…” He obeyed, pulling away from her slightly and looking into her eyes. She was lying, he could see it in her look. She wanted to continue, she wanted to push deeper. “You're right…”: he nodded. No, she wasn't right, she wanted to stop for no reason in the world. That spark inside his chest was slowly dying out, as was the magic and joy of the moment. If for that moment his world had been colored with fun and lively shades, now a sad and inexpressive grayish tone was returning.

“I have to go, they're waiting for me…”: she regained her composure, going down from that column and heading towards the main room. Her cheeks were colored a pure pink. He watched her leave and then headed towards the bathroom. He washed his hands and his mouth, hoping to rinse away anything she had left, yet it was everywhere on his body. On his lips and in his mouth he could still smell her perfume, lost in the desire to feel her still pressed against his body. He shook his head and returned to the room. By now everyone was sitting talking or exchanging the last remaining gifts, however under the tree there were some colorful packages left, those of him and Pidge. Even though there were a lot of other people there, that sickly good smell was still on him, so much so that he turned to see her unwrapping a present in a hidden corner. She was watching him as she opened a present on her lap, her plump lips slightly parted as if it were an invitation. His eyes darted away, trying with all his might not to look at her again. Someone put an arm around his shoulders, and he turned his head and saw Lance. "So? How did it go?”: He asked with such a stupid smile and with too much hope that he already wanted to punch him. He was there, his face slightly damp from sweat and tap water, his black tie limp and the top three buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. “I couldn't”: he shook his head, putting his hands in his pockets and moving his arm away. Lance looked at him with a confused frown and a furrowed brow. “Seriously?”: He raised an eyebrow, his expression changing in surprise: “But… but what happened then?” “Nothing, we talked…”: he lied, shrugging his shoulders: “We talked and then, then she went back inside…” “Really?”: he raised his eyebrow again: “You didn't even try?” "Try?"

“to kiss her, Mullet!”: Lance shook his head: “You can't just be friendly at first and then kiss her! You have to build a romantic, passionate atmosphere and then, only then, can you kiss her!” Oh, Lance, the passion was there, sure enough! Keith wanted to answer, but he just shrugged and kept his gaze fixed on the Christmas tree. “Are you sure you're fine, nothing bad happened, right?”: Lance asked again, with a slightly worried frown. In fact, Lance, yes, a terrible thing happened: I discovered that kissing Pidge is the greatest thing in the entire universe! He replied mentally. If that was an effect of the addiction, then he would be addicted to her for life, because Pidge was everywhere. In his head, in his thoughts there was her. Everywhere he turned, his eyes rested on her, every object he touched seemed to have the same texture as her soft hips. It was a torture. It was painful. He wanted her, so much that he felt his heart beating in his chest as the spark rekindled. It wasn't animalistic or possessive. It was love. “I'm just tired”: he replied: “It's past midnight, maybe I should rest” “Are you kidding, man?! It is Christmas! Basically your party! Red and green, does it remind you of something!?”: he exclaimed. “I said I'm tired”: he replied dryly, taking his jacket and going up to the quarters.

Pidge helps treat Keith's wound.

Kidge winter event

Day 1: Ice skating

Every large city during the Christmas period begins to wake up from the cold and sad autumn, just as the yellow and orange leaves fade away, all the streets are filled with a warm atmosphere of joy and lights. In the evening the shop windows, streets and decorations light up while families, couples, teenagers and children stroll with packages in hand and smiles on their faces. New York was covered in snow, and everyone seemed so happy and carefree at the idea of celebrating the first Christmas after the end of the war. One couple in particular, however, were trying to keep a low profile, dodging other people and walking with some haste, and when they arrived at the closed gate of a public park, one took the large duffle bag off his shoulders and gave it to the figure smaller next to him.

“Keith, I swear to God if we end up in prison for any of your stupid shit that you didn't do in your teenage years I'm going to stop hanging out with you!” the girl growled, looking around to make sure they weren't seen.

“You sound so legal, but I'm not the one who illegally signed up to a military space base, Katie”: he sneered, climbing over the fence and landing on his feet on the other side. She tossed him the duffle bag, which fell to the ground with a silent clang on the snow.

“Yes, but that's not why Shiro invited us here…”: she grumbled, taking one last look around before climbing over and following him. Shiro, after declaring that he was engaged to Curtis, bought a large penthouse in the center of New York, which now housed all the paladins including Coran and Romelle. According to him it was a way to meet again and maintain the bond as long as possible after the departure of the lions.

“Okay, but honestly, what are we doing here?”: she asked, adjusting her scarf and shivering at the gust of wind.

"Ice-skating"

"Ice-skating?"

He nodded.

“But what if you don't even know how to skate?!”: she laughed.

“Indeed, but at least everyone will think that we went to the legal track, and not on a frozen lake…”: he smirked, holding her hand and dragging her through the light snow-covered bush up to a point where the snow left room for a flat ice field.

“You're smart, you know?”: Pidge smiled, looking him in the eyes: “You gave everyone a false lead so Lance and Romelle won't know where we are…”

“Do you see that sometimes I think?”: he smiled, sitting down on the snow and taking two pairs of ice skates out of his bag. As soon as they had them at their feet, she began to move to gain confidence by doing a few laps around the perimeter from the pond, while Keith remained sitting next to her watching her move with all that elegance.

“Are you going to stay here and watch me from behind all night or will you come here with me?”: she laughed, approaching slowly.

“The view from here is very beautiful…”: he smiled, standing up and trying to gain balance. As she had said he didn't know how to skate; How could he have learned in the middle of the desert? She helped him, pulling him up gently, then intertwining their fingers. Pidge continued to guide him, showing him how to bend his knees and move his feet. After years of war in which he was leader, Keith finally let himself be carried away by someone else's orders and advice.

When he was finally able to skate slowly without that attention, they remained with their hands clasped as they were transported by the cold mist into their immense solitude. She let out a gasp when he surprised her by whirling around almost knocking them both over, wrapping his arms around her hips as he pulled her into a passionate kiss.

There they were alone: just two hot bodies making fiery sparks, ready to explode. They were alone there. There they could just screw it all and show themselves for what they were. They had wasted too much time hiding their love from the whole world.

“You have no idea how long I've waited for this…”: she smiled, her cheeks and nose slightly pink from the cold.

“Me too…”: he replied, dragging her into another kiss. They remained there for many moments warming themselves with their bodies pressed next to each other's, exchanging fiery kisses. They were interrupted only by the sight of blue and red flashes shining in the night and reflecting off the ice and snow.

“I saw them climbing over here!”: they heard a man grumble: “It must be those usual thugs who deface the walls!”

“I think we have to run now…”: Keith whispered, taking her hand and letting her accompany him to the shore.

“I can't believe that if they reach us I'll end up in prison because of Keith Kogane!”: she snorted in amusement, quickly taking off her ice skates and putting her boots back on.

“Hey, you two!”: shouted a stout and chubby looking man in a uniform. They both laughed as they stood up, starting to run away.

Kidge winter event

Day 3: Christmas gifts

Keith had lived in the desert his whole life, the only people he knew were his teachers or classmates before Shiro, so being welcomed and immersed in what they called Christmas cheer was strange to him. Living in the desert meant no snow, no Christmas tree, no presents after his father's death and very small, inexpensive things before that. That's why when Lance, after looking at the space calendar created by Pidge and Hunk, jumped on the spot noticing that we were close to Christmas, he certainly didn't waste time explaining everything to Coran and Allura. Both were very excited about the idea of celebrating an important Earth custom like that, in fact they immediately ran to the space mall to get some things.

“Okay guys! I want you with bags full of decorations and gifts!”: Lance had said, and in fact that's what Keith did. He had bought, well… stolen inexpensive items that he was sure would like, yet he felt ashamed when he saw others with two or three bags full of food, objects or decorations, when everything he had taken he had hidden in his large trouser pockets .

He watched the rest of the progress from afar, leaning against the wall or training. Sometimes he caught Hunk in the kitchen trying to create some space variation similar to Earth's Christmas desserts, other times he saw Pidge intent on genetically modifying some space plant in order to create a real Christmas tree, not to mention the fact that he often met in the corridors with Lance while he tried to hang something similar to mistletoe on the ceiling…

All of this was so damn strange to him and… he felt somehow left out. Sure, the paladins were his family now, even if in Lance's case he had preferred they weren't, but in that moment everything and everyone seemed so distant. Sometimes Shiro would give him a quick check-up to see if he was okay, but each time it happened less and less, perhaps Lance was dragging him into the Christmas cheer that everyone was used to. Everyone except him.

Many times Keith had wondered that if his father hadn't thrown himself into that fire many years earlier, perhaps he would be different than he is now, or perhaps not. After all, with or without his father, he had grown up alone in the desert.

When he arrived that day, for a moment he felt like a ghost. Everyone got up with joy and started the celebrations right from breakfast. He sat on the other side of the table silently eating the strange sticky substance while on the other side laughter and the sound of tearing paper filled his silence. He got up immediately afterwards and headed towards the training room. He discovered that fighting made him feel good in a certain way: he felt alive and relaxed, perhaps this also had to do with the symbol on his mother's knife. The Altean gladiator descended from the ceiling and began deftly swinging its spear as he made the bayard appear in his hand, ready to dodge, defend or strike.

They didn't stop even when the door to the training room opened and a figure entered and then sat down on the cold floor near the wall.

“What do you want, Pidge?”: Keith asked annoyed, giving the robot another blow with his sword.

“I'm just here to give you something, you ran away before I could…”: she replied, showing a small red package in her hands.

He didn't respond, continuing to fight and then stepping back to keep his distance and give himself a few seconds' break.

“I'm pretty busy right now…”: he growled, lunging forward at the robot.

“Don't worry, I can wait”: she replied with a shrug, watching the whole fight with interest.

Keith turned his gaze momentarily to look at her, and for a moment he wondered what was so interesting about a stupid fight. Well, obviously, Pidge was the green paladin, the most logical, curious and courageous: everything he saw, for her was a source of inspiration, a teaching and there was nothing that her sharp eyes couldn't perceive. That's why he was so attracted to her. Her decision-making ability, physical and mental strength, intelligence and tenacity made her an excellent companion in battle and a strong warrior.

When Keith finally brought the robot down with one last blow, he sat down next to her and she handed him the towel.

“Thank you”: he said, wiping his sweaty face.

“You're welcome”: she smiled, then handing him the gift when he had finished: “For you…”

“Oh… thank you…”: he took it carefully, delicately tearing the decorated red paper with which the gift had been carefully packaged.

“I also wanted to tell you that you are not the only one…”: she looked into his eyes for a moment. He raised an eyebrow.

"Lance organized everything...": Pidge continued: "In my family we celebrate a different Christmas than the American one with huge parties, decorations everywhere, mistletoe..."

“Oh, I see…”: he replied, focusing again on the package. When he removed the red paper, he slowly lifted the lid of the box and was surprised to see a knife carefully placed on a black pad. It was certainly made of a very precious and expensive metal and the hilt was made of leather and metal decorated with sumptuous floral embroidery.

“Wow…”: he admitted, taking it in his hand and checking the sharpness of the tip.

“I saw how fond you are of your knife, so I thought I'd give you another one…”: she said: “I know it's maybe not what you imagined, but you're always so introverted and it seemed difficult to find something suitable for you…”

"Are you joking? It's perfect!”: He smiled. One of those few sweet and rare smiles.

“I'm glad I made the right choice, it was quite difficult to steal it…”: she sighed: “That Unilu was so careful about everything!”

“I have something for you too, Pidge”: he laughed, taking a small USB stick out of his pocket and handing it to her. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw it.

“But this is-?”: She exclaimed, stealing it from his hands: “I can't believe it! A USB stick! And it's a terrestrial model!!! Thanks Keith!”

She hugged him.

Kidge winter event

Day 5: Chimney

The light and sweet sound of the wood burning inside the fireplace was relaxing while outside a dizzying storm hit and crept across the desert, dragging sand and a few pebbles with it. The technological and newly installed gas fireplace heated the house beautifully, giving a romantic and new atmosphere to the house. “Climate change is a strange thing…”: Keith muttered under the warm white, red and green fur blanket: “Almost thirty years I've lived here and I've never seen the thermometer drop below freezing…” “Yeah…”: Pidge nodded, hugging and snuggling into him as much as possible, even though her bare feet were exposed: “Apparently years ago when we took Honerva's Robeast out of Earth's atmosphere, the explosion still made worse the entire climate problem that had already worsened with the Galra occupation…" “A big problem… will Garrison be able to get everything back to normal?”: he asked, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “It depends… Will Katie Holt be able to solve everything since Garrison is now entrusting everything to her?”: she replied. “Oh, right…”: He laughed: “You really need a break, Pidgey…” “Don't tell me about it…”: she sighed, looking at the ceiling and playing with the wedding ring on her finger. This was Keith's shack, they had simply renovated it with plaster, bricks and more modern things before they got married, although they never would have thought that a snowstorm would come strong enough to blow away the walls if they were still there only made of wood. In fact, they both needed a little more comfort, even if some of the furniture, the sofa and the old mattress were the same as before. “Let's do it like this…”: he spoke, looking into her eyes and caressing her lips: “This year for our anniversary I'll take you on a nice trip…” “In this weather?”: she giggled. “Well why not? I could pilot…": he pointed out and she started laughing. “And where would you like to go?”: Pidge looked at him. “Well, in Europe they say it's still hot…”: he said. "In December?" “The weather is very crazy this year…” “Yes, and where exactly did you want to go?”: She placed her hands on his chest, resting her chin on them in turn, listening to him with curiosity. “I don't know, maybe Paris…”: Keith shrugged. "Paris? Okay… Sounds romantic…”: she laughed. “Yeah… Imagine… Our first trip to the land border outside of American territory… Just you and me, and no one else…”: he smiled. They had been married for almost 3 years now, and had waited to have children: they were a busy young couple with a difficult career, and although their sexual activity was active and healthy they had never taken the risk too far. They were still young, plus Pidge's new Commander was very strict on her and on work, and Kolivan didn't give Keith much slack on missions either, so they had talked about it and decided to wait until they were both more available . “It seems so romantic…”: she nodded. “It's no coincidence that it's called the City of Love…”: he pointed out, causing her to giggle. “Okay… I can't wait to see the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, all of Paris!”: She exclaimed enthusiastically, but then she became serious again and looked at him: “But the best thing is that you will be with me…”

Kidge winter event

Day 6: Mistletoe/Movies

Christmas didn't exist in Altea, so Coran was very surprised when Lance asked him if they could celebrate it with their families at the new Castle of Lions. Keith remembered how complicated it had been for all of them to explain each tradition to him, and since they came from different cultures, each paladin had different traditions for that joyous day. He remembered how Lance boasted about the gifts to give to everyone, while Hunk talked about the cooking competitions with his family, while Pidge explained the religious reason in which she had been rigorously educated by her parents. Of course, Keith also had traditions that had been passed down to him by his father, and which he had continued to do after his death. However, Coran liked the idea, so he immediately nodded and accepted the proposal. For a week, the castle was in total commotion as robots hung pine garlands, branches, and fairy lights throughout the castle. The ballroom had been decorated and illuminated, and in every corner one could find small or large Christmas trees, and for a moment, although he hated large parties, he thought it was a nice thing to get all together on a day that it was Allura's commemoration.

December 24th arrived quickly, and all the families and important friends of the paladins showed up at the Castle of the Lions elegant and smiling. The foods that Hunk had carefully cooked together with his and Romelle's group accompanied the buffet of appetizers full of laughter, smiles and harmony, and for a moment everything seemed perfect in Keith's eyes. At least until the Holt family arrived, late, but not without smiles and elegant clothes; and as soon as he saw Pidge in a gorgeous, elegant green dress… well… that was more than perfect for him. The dress was a simple green dress with thin straps, a skirt with layers of tulle that fell above the knee but reached the calf at the back, a V-neck and stockings that perfectly reflected the color of her pale and warm complexion . She smiled and sat at the table apologizing to everyone for being late, while he watched her move around the room. Hell, it took Hunk to lock his jaw shut! But only then did he realize that, damn, she was now twenty years old and no longer a little girl, but it had taken such an elegant, tight and feminine dress, that it had surely been Colleen's idea, to make it for her. note? Apparently yes, but apparently that stupid reaction of his made someone else understand something else, even if in fact it didn't take him long to understand it. His cheeks colored every time he looked at her from behind or in front, even though he didn't have this effect with the other girls, who were dressed more or less the same.

Lance had approached him while he was drinking a glass of champagne in the corner of the party a few minutes after eleven while everyone else was dancing, an evil smile on his face.

“How's it going?” He laughed, wrapping his arm around his shoulders.

“Good…”: Keith replied, shrugging and taking a sip of the yellow, gaseous liquid, hoping it would stop the slight blush on his cheeks, while he looked at her from across the room talking to Matt and Curtis.

“Pidge looks beautiful tonight, doesn't she?” Lance chuckled, hitting that sore point Keith had hoped he wouldn't mention, and in fact he almost choked on his champagne.

“W-What? Well, in short... It's the usual Pidge...": he stopped his embarrassment by wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Do you really hope that I believe you? Poor naive person, we all saw that as soon as she entered on your face exploded little hearts ...": he sighed, shaking his head.

"Everyone?": he turned pale: "Even her?"

“I don't know, either she's the only one who hasn't noticed or she's too kind to pretend nothing happened”: he replied.

“AH”: Keith nodded: “So what should I do now…?”

“You definitely can't miss her, I mean, look at her! She is smart, strong, smart and beautiful! Once upon a time, I admit, I would have questioned the fact that she was cute but now, man...": he interrupted the sentence, but the other immediately understood where he was going. For Keith, beauty was a subjective thing, and after seeing different alien races in so many physical aspects they had made him believe that, rightly, beauty wasn't that important, but then why was he now so attracted to her in that way? Once, as paladins, he was amazed at her strength and speed, her ingenuity and her mentality, perhaps it was that attraction that returned to the surface after all that time that made him react that way?

“You can't escape from love…”: his father always repeated every time he placed a mistletoe leaf on the ceiling. He always said that he did it because his mother liked that tradition, and that therefore for him it was like a symbol of hope that she would return. This had always made baby Keith cry.

“I didn't mean that…”: he shook his head: “I mean… How… How do you conquer a woman?”

"Oh! Wow! I never imagined I would have to give this speech to lone wolf Keith Kogane!”: Lance laughed.

“Just answer!”: he whispered, embarrassed and with his face on fire. Lance simply pointed to a small archway at the end of the room, where there was some mistletoe tied with a red Christmas bow.

“Are you kidding!?”: Keith shook his head, feeling his cheeks as red as his former uniform.

"Why not?"

“Because that's in front of everyone, you idiot!”

“Oh, well, then what's another one in the corridor before the stairs and the bathroom, almost no one ever goes there!”: he explained.

“Okay!”: He grumbled, rubbing his cheeks to reduce the blush. He looked back across the room at Pidge, who was standing up and giving Matt the glass of water. From her lips and how she pointed to the door he could assume she was going to the bathroom, perfect.

“It's your time!”: Lance exclaimed, giving him a pat on the shoulder that almost made the champagne fall. He growled for a moment, then sighed and with slow steps headed towards the door. Once he crossed the threshold he could see a short corridor lit only by the classic blue neon lights of the castle and by a few light lights on the stairs to the left, which had a small mistletoe plant on the ceiling at the beginning. He was alone for the moment, although he could hear the water running from the bathroom not far away, so he decided to lean on the start of the stair railing without rushing and waiting for her. Pidge came out a short time later waving her hands at the ground as if to dry them and when she looked up she jumped slightly.

“Keith, you scared me!”: she laughed, approaching him and leaning on the pillar as well.

“It's been a while since we talked, alone and as friends I mean…”: he sighed, and thanked heaven that the alcohol was finally having its effect, making his tone much calmer and sedate and his cheeks less reddish.

“Yeah…”: she nodded: “I've been pretty busy with the Garrison…”

“I know…”: he replied, looking up once again towards the mistletoe. After all, it was he who told Coran to put a few leaves hanging here and there around the castle, after all it was his tradition, and each paladin had been pleased with an important piece of their culture: Lance had embellished the tree and the gift packages with colored shells, Hunk had shared much of the traditional food on the menu, Shiro had bought lights of all kinds and Pidge had managed to steal an old nativity scene from her mother.

“Anyway, I was surprised to hear that your Christmas and your traditions are different from everyone else's…”: Keith confessed, looking at her.

"What can I say? My parents are very religious and then the traditional Italian Christmas is much less complicated than the American one. There's no mistletoe, Christmas Eve parties, stockings hanging on the fireplace...": she sighed: "You only see all this in those horrible Christmas films..."

“Have you really never imagined a kiss under the mistletoe?”: he asked.

“A kiss under the mistletoe? We don't even use mistletoe...": she shook her head.

“Oh, well, it kind of sucks… I thought everyone did that…”: Keith admitted.

“But, now that you make me think about it, it would be nice…”: she thought, thinking out loud: “It seems romantic…”

“It is…”: he nodded.

“Have you ever tried this?”: Pidge asked.

“No, I've never had the opportunity, like you…”: he shook his head.

She sighed, looking at him and then moving her gaze to the green leaves above his head. She looked around the empty hallway as loud sounds of music and laughter could be heard from the front door. Sometimes you could even hear someone yelling about the Christmas countdown.

“What if this was an opportunity?” She finally found the courage to speak, and he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Really? Would you like it?”: he asked shocked.

“Well, yes, just to try, and then we can just forget everything…”: she shrugged, moving away from the column and opposing him.

“What does it tell you that I want to forget?”: He followed her example, approaching her and looking down at her; she had grown and stood tall, but he still towered over her.

“And what does it tell you that I don't want to forget either?”: she replied in the same way. They both smiled as they slowly approached, moving backwards slightly so they were completely under the mistletoe. Shouts could be heard from the main room, probably the countdown had started.

“5!”

Her arms wrapped around his neck, gently massaging his tense muscles and jaw, adjusting the collar of his red shirt. Likewise he grabbed her waist, pulling her as close as possible and studying her hips with his fingers through the delicate fabric of her green dress.

“4!”

His hands moved from her hips to her cheeks, stroking them gently and looking into her eyes. With a slow gesture he moved her glasses, moving them above her head, definitively freeing those golden and shining eyes of hers.

“3!”

She looked into his eyes, drowning in that work of art of purple colors and shades. Maybe that was the only way she could tell that part of him was Galra. She wet her lips slightly, and, even though she had never done it, she didn't feel scared or embarrassed. Maybe it was Christmas that gave such a magical atmosphere?

"2!"

They came closer, again and again, closer each time. His hands fell to her sides again, while her arms wrapped around his neck as she moved on tiptoe despite the small heels she wore, and he bent over.

“1!”

Their lips joined with heat and passion, carried away by each other's taste as they gave impetus to what they had desired and hoped for for years.

"Merry Christmas to all!"