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[She's waiting for him in his room, having received word that the Blade of Marmora will be returning from their mission within the varga. From the report, it had sounded to be a success, and considering it had been weeks since they set out for this mission, it would have been painful to hear it being anything other than a success.

Or to hear of there being casualties.

She's made it no secret that she's been frustrated with Keith's absence. Team Voltron may have found its footing once more, but Allura has not gotten used to the distance. So for every tick he's back on board the Castle, she strives to make the most of it, forgoing meeting him at the bridge and sending him instead a quick and simple message.]

Meet me in your room when you return.

[The others don't know of this. Only some of the Blade seem to, very little gets by a Galran nose, after all, but say nothing. They're a secret sort, and seem to respect it.]

[just one word in reply:]

Okay.

[he has a feeling about what's coming. being lectured at is the last thing he wants right now; the mission was long and difficult enough, with too many close calls for each of them. Keith tries to brush off the rattling in the back of his mind from the last of his - nearly getting spaced - and walks with purpose to the bridge.

it's bad enough that when he greets everyone, he can feel the irritation and tension as they curtly welcome him back, then silently watch him head towards his room. now he also has to steel himself for whatever Allura has to say. he's exhausted but restless and just wants...rest? to blow off steam in the training deck? sleep? video games? some kind of relief...?

usually...that would be Allura. but as his door slides open, he stands a little straighter and sucks in a breath. he wants to see her more than anyone, but...he doesn't want to hear what he knows she'll likely say.

taking his hood down, Keith is grimacing a little. the conflict between being open with her and being guarded against her is pretty clear on his face. still, he stands his ground.]

...Hey. What's the problem?

[He's always on the defensive. She knows this, but still, she frowns as he enters his room, noting the grimace, his want to remain guarded and closed. She wonders what it is about her that gets him like this, and her frown goes softer, brows knit but not in the angry way he may be anticipating.

Her frustration with him being gone is waning now that he's here, and for a moment she looks forlorn.]

I... [As he stands his ground, she relents, moving forward to close the distance he always seems to try to keep with her.] You had been gone for so long.

I missed you.

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[The Jedi order, much like many things in the universe, have nearly all been obliterated. Mere whispers, rumours of one or two still running around, heading a sect of well-known Rebels to help free the universe of the Empire.

She knows of Luke and his people, had known of the Jedi before they became near-extinct relics of yesteryear. It's not as though the Voltron Coalition was an unknown force in the galaxy as well, in fact having found an alliance with Leia Organa sometime after the tragic destruction of Alderaan.

And it is through this alliance that this fellow Princess has somehow fallen into bed with Luke, still half wondering if this is right, but also not quite caring of the future consequences of this.

The Jedi weren't supposed to have relationships like this, right? And she was supposed to be the level-headed leader of her own group.

But even still, following the destruction of the Death Star, following the celebration and handing out of medals, she finds herself meeting him in his room, door sliding shut behind her, her own hair still done up from the ceremony.]

[ The destruction of the Death Star is still fresh in his mind and the initial rush of adrenaline has faded to a general sort of excitement that continues to pump through his body. The celebration and medal ceremony hadn't helped much and the sheer amount of partying hadn't helped it either. It also wasn't helped by the fact that Luke Skywalker had somehow ended up with a beautiful princess. Not the one he'd rescued, but another - someone he'd met as the Rebellion had worked to free the galaxy from the Empire's grip.

In a way, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to have fallen head-over-heels for the princess, but in the end it didn't really matter what was supposed to happen. It had happened (was happening) and he was almost just along for the ride.

He's still in his ceremony garb, a bit ruffled from the party, but otherwise in excellent spirits and right now he only has eyes for Allura. He glances up as she comes through the door and almost does a double-take. Sure, he'd just seen her during the whole celebration, but seeing her in private was something else entirely. He crosses the room to meet her, smile lighting up the room. ]

You're beautiful - I mean, you're always beautiful, but you look amazing tonight!

[She's a bit more put together than him, and makes it seem almost effortless with the way her hair is still up despite her partaking in the following festivities. Her dress is unwrinkled, and the ceremonial jewels she wore beneath her markings remain as they were.

There's a part that still wonders if this is appropriate. No one else seems to know, with the exception of perhaps Leia who has a...sense whenever she catches her looking at Luke. She wonders if it's jealousy, or some other sort of connection.

But for now, she shoves that to the back of her mind when he compliments her, as eagerly as one would expect from a farmboy. She closes the distance between, skirts sweeping the floor as she meets him, though not before locking the door.

It's obvious that she wants to keep this quiet, and before responding, she kisses him at the corner of his mouth, hand cupping his cheek and then running her fingers through his ruffled hair.]

You're beginning to sound like a broken droid, the way you repeat yourself. [It's said fondly though, teasing.] You look amazing tonight, as well.

I wanted to offer you my own personal congratulations.

[ For Luke, everything is huge and wondrous and exciting and a part of him still, still can't believe that a beautiful princess would even look at him twice, let alone love him. Or that he would love her. He's a backwater farmboy from some nowhere world. And yet he's a hero now. Heir to an ancient order and one of the brightest, shining stars in the Rebellion.

All the same, he can't help but feel like he pales in comparison to Allura, especially when she sweeps across the room toward him in that magnificent dress, looking like she just stepped out of some holodrama. He grins up at her and leans into the little kiss she gives him, arms eagerly slipping around her waist to hold her close. She's warm and he doesn't particularly want her going anywhere, after all. ]

I only repeat myself because it's true. [ He sounds a bit abashed, but it fades after a moment.

Especially when she mentions "personal" congratulations and he clears his throat, eyes widening just a little. ]

Well. I'd love to have it from you. Your - congratulations I mean-

[ He feels tongue-tied, stumbling over his words. ]

[For a war hero who took down a Death Star with a single shot, and for the heir to one of the oldest and most respected orders of the universe, he certainly still has that youthfulness which Allura so dearly wants to cling to.

Because this war has aged everyone a part of it far beyond their years. And it's through him she feels like she actually is as young as she should be, had she not waken years past her father's death and planet's destruction, sole heir to a planet and people that no longer exist. Assisting fellow royals of destroyed planets in a rebellion that needed hope, and has found its only hope.

But it is through this she finds kinship with Luke as well. He's lost so much. His family, his mentor, countless others during their attack against the Empire. But still, there is that spark he has that countless others have lost.

As he looks at her, wide-eyed, shy and embarrassed, she smiles youthfully, bringing her hands up to cup his face. She kisses him again, full on the mouth, body close to his.]

[ Luke doesn't really have anything to say after that. His hands come up on instinct and wrap around her waist with a slightly clumsy gesture as she presses down into a kiss. It's full-bodied and warm and she's close and it's a little overwhelming, but he tries to carry on despite that. because of it. He wants to return the sense of excitement and awe she gives him and maybe that's how he manages to keep going. Despite the way his brain seems to want to short-circuit when she kisses him.

His lips part in a low gasp and his hand runs up her back until he finds the nap of her neck, her hair, fingers carding against her scalp as he presses closer. His kissing is... not the best, but he's certainly enthusiastic about it. Especially with her leaning over him. ]

[In fairness, she's still inexperienced with all this as well, equally as enthused in kissing him, his fingers running through her hair causing her to shudder a bit in anticipation. But she's also better at leading the way in all this; he's proven himself a skilled pilot, but her race of people remains stronger, and it's easy for her to guide him towards the bed, moving her hands to his shoulder to help strip him of his jacket.]

I want you, Luke... [She may look the part of a leading actress in a holodrama, but even in her confidence of wanting him in bed, there's still that hitch of inexperience in the way she says it.

Like a young princess who's only ever read about romance.

She returns to kissing him, hands now at his hips, mouth parted and tongue finding his. Moving onward she kisses his cheek, the juncture of his jawline, tugging the collar of his shirt down to kiss his neck.]

I was worried I would never get to kiss you again.

[After having already lost so many during this war.]

[ There's a whirlwind of movement - or at least that's how it feels to Luke. A bit of fumbling as he shrugs the jacket off and then he settles down against the bed, scooting back to give her space to join him, all while he still tries to plant as many kisses against her as he can. There's something deeply intoxicating about the way she speaks to him. The want and need that mirrors his own, the deep attraction, the emotional resonance. His hands are roaming - albeit with a hint of shyness, almost as if he's not sure whether he's allowed to touch anywhere that isn't her shoulder or her waist or her face.

That doubt is very quickly being shattered by the way she's kissing at his throat and his face and her hands tug at his shirt, but it's still there. ]

I - I know. I was-

[ Scared. There had been fear, but he'd mastered it. ]

Worried. Too.

[ The words are halting, breathless and his hand slides from her waist toward her chest, pausing for half a moment. ]

Can I-?

[There were moments where Lance looks back at his relatively short life, and wonders just how he got so lucky to be here.

Here being Allura's bedroom.

Also, you know, the whole being a pilot of Voltron, fighting bad guys, and saving the universe. Managing to capture the heart of the beautiful princess was always a hope, but not one he actually thought would pan out. Somehow though he had managed to charm the amazing woman, and now he was sitting on her bed, in his very soft, and comfy blue lion robes, wondering when he was going to wake up from this dream.

Because they were totally planning on taking their relationship to the next level, and Lance was equal parts thrilled, nervous, and of course, exceptionally horny. For once, they had a couple of days of rest. As long as no Galra battle cruisers showed up. Lance prayed to every God he could think of to keep those furry losers away. If they showed up while he was dick deep in his beautiful alien princess girlfriend, there would be major hell to pay.

Of course the only thing worse than Galra showing up would be an unannounced mustached uncle figure.]

You're absolutely positive that Coran won't be coming by to check on you or something, right?

[If anyone told Allura months ago that she'd be bedding the (former) Blue Paladin of Voltron and was actively and happily planning out the occasion, she'd have been 1) incredibly offended and 2) in complete disbelief.

Because, it's...well...Lance.

But things have changed. For the better, at least from a personal standing. He's proven himself time and time again as a steadfast friend and companion, as someone who's continuously believed in her and supported her when others had struggled with her newly minted paladin title. She's looked to him for a lot of things, so looking at him and falling for him was...well, not inevitable, but it certainly happened.

She's sitting with him on her bed, equally nervous and excited because that's just how this is and for once, it's normal. Normal concerns, normal progression, no worries of an attack or an intergalactic showdown or the weight of the galaxy resting heavy on her shoulders.

But speaking of shoulders, she's brushing aside the top of his robe to expose his, taking the lead, kissing along his bare shoulder, up to his neck.]

The doors are locked, Lance. [Her voice is low, even-tempered even as her heart is admittedly racing. She pulls away, hand at his cheek to turn him to look at her.] And I've sent the mice to distract him for a few vargas.

I guarantee it's only us.

[Because ancestors help whoever ruins this ~~special night.
...though ancestors help the both of them should Coran walk in on them. Not because Coran is against this relationship (in fact, he's happy even if he has given Lance a shovel talk or two) but because well.
No pseudo-father figure wants to walk in on their pseudo-daughter having sex.]

[Hey, if Blue wanted Allura as her pilot, he trusted her choice to be the right one. After all, she had chosen Lance first. Clearly her eye for talent was top notch!

Lance also saw parts of himself mirrored in Allura. That desire to be part of the team, to be needed, and validated. To know you were contributing, rather than hindering. Out of all the others he probably understood her feelings best when it came to being part of Voltron. Supporting her was easy, and effortless. All the things he wished others would say to him, he poured out to her. Seeing Allura shine, and succeed, as a result lifted his own spirits.

Yes, Lance was 100% one of those boyfriends who encouraged their girlfriends to go and kick ass. He would always be there to hold her juniberry.

Leaning his body into her touch, her kisses, Lance feels a pleasant shiver work its way down his spine.]

Oh good, that answers my follow up question about the mice.

[Because as much as he'd hate for Coran to stumble across them all sweaty, and tangled up, he'd hate it even more if the mice saw anything. They were so small and innocent!! Well, except for Chulchule. Everyone knew that one was a furry little snitch and terrible gossip.

Who else would know that Lance had been stealing Hunk's special space nut oil to make a cleanser with?? Chulchule, that's who!

Turning his attention away from mice, and space father figures, he brings a hand up to gently coax Allura's head up so he can kiss her properly. He smiles into it, fingers brushing along her warm cheek to run through her amazingly soft hair. Like piloting his lion, kissing Allura is something he'd never tire of. His free hand slides down her side, squeezing at her waist.]

Of course, there's always the chance they'll hear us throughout the ship as I totally rock your world.

[Yeah.

Despite ending up with the most amazing woman in the universe, some things never change.]

[Hey, no need to play scapegoat with only one of the mice, because all four of them are horrid little gossipmongers and are kind of privy to what's going down in Allura's bedroom anyway.

She laughs lightly before tilting her head in response to his gentle touch, kissing him proper and bringing her hands up to cup his jawline, feeling remarkably giddy. It's still surprising how she'll likely never tire of this; for all his flaws, or perhaps because of them, she's grown to appreciate just how simple this one thing can be. Being with him reminds her of times before all this; where she was a young girl enjoying the boundlessness of youth.

Fantasizing about relationships and kissing and all the sorts of things you read about in secret in those books your father told you not to read. Before she had to grow up and become levelheaded and mature beyond her youth.

She jumps a bit as he squeezes her waist, pulling back from the kiss, hands still at his face, and she's about to say something coy herself before he--

well. Does what he does best.

Her warm, loving expression falters a bit, mouth growing thin, brows knitting together, and she tugs (gently, this time) at the lobe of his ear.]

The bedrooms are soundproof.

[She holds that deadpan expression for a tick, before moving forward, bringing her hand down to his chest, pushing him back gently.]

Now lie back. I want to keep kissing you.

[Ahh.

There's his fiery gal.

Lance gives a playful yelp at the tug, leaning into it bit dramatically. A soft laugh escapes him at her response, but it dies down quickly when her hands come to rest on his chest. He lets himself be pushed back onto the bed, his own hands coming up to rest on her hips.]

Well, no need to tell me twice.

[There's a mixture of excitement, and some nervousness, swirling in his chest. It knocks some of that shameless flirting mask off, and his voice is softer, more genuine when he continues.]

You know how much I love kissing you.

[Listen, she may have come to love (most) things about him, but sometimes a boy best learn his place. Especially when she's intending this to be an absolutely perfect first time. She's taking charge, perhaps a bit unawares, and as she settles him back onto the bed, a serious look crosses her face.

Determination to set aside the nervousness bubbling up. A desire kindling for this to go right, for something good and wholesome and right after months of fighting to reach its proper culmination. She shifts to straddle him proper as his hands rest on her hips, and there's that fluttering in her chest as she looks down at him, fluttering down lower as his voice goes softer, genuine...

And the determination in her gaze dissipates immediately, caught off-guard, and she blushes, cheeks glowing pink, the tips of her ears a matching shade. There's a smile, an almost nervous laugh, and she leans in, kissing him without a word, on hand bracing near his head as the other comes to cup his cheek.]

I do... [She pulls away for a tick, to catch her breath, nosing him affectionately.] I love it too. [And she leans back down to kiss him again, slanting her mouth against his.]

[Seeing Allura blush is always a treat. Too often is she forced to present herself as some stoic leader, completely in control of the things around her, even as it's all going to shit. Meanwhile, underneath all of that, she is just like the rest of them. Too young to be leading a galaxy wide war against an ancient evil.

If he can make her forget about all of that crazy shit, just for tonight, then no matter what happens, it will be a success to him.

Feeling Allura's hand on his cheek, he leans into the touch, into her kiss. It eases some of the anxious energy out. Helps him relax more into the bed. When she voices her agreement that yes, kissing him is great and amazing, he smiles into the next kiss, returning it eagerly. While he keeps one hand firmly on her hip, the other slides down along her thigh, moving until it finds the edge of her nightgown so it can slip underneath and feel Allura's warm skin.

Lance trails his fingertips back up, brushing them over the back of her thigh. That smile morphs into a grin as he gently nips Allura's bottom lip, right as that wandering hand squeezes at her actual bottom.]

He’s warm, and for such a lithe, lanky boy, he’s soft, pliable beneath her. She can feel the way he melts beneath her, relaxing into the plush comforter, and she relaxes in turn, sighing into her second kiss as he eagerly responds in turn.

Her lips part, tongue trying to tempt him to do the same, and for now it’s still no different than when they’d fool around during those rare moments of downtime. It’s easy, his hand on her hip, his mouth hot against hers.

She feels herself shudder as his other hand begins to wander, raising bumps of skin Earthlings would call “goosebumps” at the base of her neck in anticipation. But even if this is like him— and it is oh so like him— the nip has her gasping against him in surprise, and she pulls back when his hand grips her bottom.]

Lance!

[There’s a warning tone, but playful and laced with a bit of breathlessness from the kiss. In response, she backs ~~that ass~~ up into his touch, reaching up to tug gently at the base of his hairline to expose his neck to her.

She kisses him at the juncture where his jawline meets his ear, rasping her tongue at the shell of his ear. It's an erogenous zone for Alteans; she still isn't sure if the same can be said for humans but even still, she worries his earlobe gently between her teeth, before continuing onward. She can be forward too, after all, and her kisses begin to trail down his neckline, to the exposed skin of his collarbone, then to V of his chest that peeks out from his bathrobe.

Brushing part of his robe aside, she can feel her temperature steadily running hotter, blushing more fervently, her markings further along her body no doubt luminous and warm to the touch, but she follows through with it, taking a chance and brushing his robe aside even more, kissing his chest, thumb experimentally circling his nipple, her gauging for a reaction.]

[There's no stopping the breathy little laugh that escapes his lungs when she says his name. He's always enjoyed the way it sounds, no matter what kind of tone it's in. With her accent it becomes unique, with no one able to ever match the exact pronunciation she gives it.

Just as he feels her moving back into his touch, she's grabbing his hair and he all too willingly follows where she moves him. There's no denying that he definitely has a thing for her ability to more than easily manhandle him. Or would womanhandle be more appropriate? Whatever way it should be, he is one hundred percent for it. All of those thoughts come to a halt when he feels her lips back on his skin.

Lance tilts his head even more, giving her as much easy access to his neck as he can give. While he might not be as turned on as an Altean where ears are concerned, it is still a sensitive place. His eyelids begin to close as she moves down his neck. There it is definitely a bit more sensitive and he responds by sliding his other hand, the one not on her beautiful ass, up along her spine. It pauses when his fingers brush over a mark, surprised by how warm it feels.

Glancing down he catches the soft glow of the parts peaking out from her gown, and wow. Opening his mouth, he's about to comment on how he can't wait to see all of those beautiful, vibrant markings in their full glory, but he's surprised by the sudden pleasant tingling coming from his chest. His breath catches in his throat, and he eyes look up to meet hers, heat flushing across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.]

Hitting my weak points right out the gate, huh? Have you been taking secret anatomy lessons without me?

Am I? [She plays innocent, looking up at him with wide eyes, cheek markings still aglow and the tips of her ears a brilliant red. She thumbs his nipple again, then pinching it and tugging gently.] I may have...looked around online for a few pointers...

[It’s embarassing, admitting to that, but she didn’t want to go into this blind to the human body. And Pidge had connected the Castle servers to Earth’s so her brother could catch up on some show...]

I have seen some videos... [She trails off, shyly, heat still radiating off her, shuddering a bit at his hand trailing along her spine.

Sitting up, the skirt of her nightgown bunching between them, she sits flush against him, undergarments already damp with arousal. She begins to undo the knot of his robe.]

But tell me...what else do you like?

[As she continues to play with his chest, Lance finds himself unable to stop from shifting under her. The sensation is both pleasant and a bit weird. A good weird though, he thinks. Already he can feel heat coursing down to gather in his groin, blood following along and making his briefs a bit uncomfortable.

He can feel the warmth of her resting against him, and he wonders if she can feel the way her touches and words are beginning to affect him. Knowing she took the time to research him, and how a human works is both touching, and really arousing. He's also glad he did the same for her.]

I'm almost more tempted to ask about what you saw in those videos, but you know me. Little bit of attention hog. so talking about what I would like? [The red stain on his cheeks grows darker, spreading down towards his neck as he tries not to stumble around his next set of words.] I would really like to see you without your night gown.

[She can feel him now that she's sitting on him. It isn't an unfamiliar sensation; certainly she's felt it once or twice during their more 'hot-and-heavy' makeout sessions (as humans like to call it, apparently) when he's gotten a bit too excited. But now all she can think of is what she's seen in the videos, how alike and unlike humans are to Alteans, and now she shifts a bit in his lap, taking a tick to adjust the skirt of her nightgown so she can feel more of his hardening length beneath her.

And when she does, she feels her insides dipping, markings no doubt glowing an even brighter pink as Lance's blush appears to darken and spread.

In the past, she'd have no doubt kicked his ass for saying that. But now, she appears nervous, giddy, and ancients she may be a take charge sort of girl who likes exuding confidence the reality of seeing each other naked for the first time is...nerve-wracking.

Exciting, and the pit of her stomach does a somersault with anticipation but--]

Of course you would. [She's trying to sound coy, voice low, trying to tease him, but it comes out with a bit of a stutter. But she finds purchase in looking down at him as she bundles up the skirt of her nightgown, shifting against him again as she pulls it up and off her.

Slowly not for the sake of aniticpation, but because she doesn't want to get stuck taking it off while distracted by a thousand other things.

She's wearing what looks like a bralette. A blue, lacy thing that matches her undergarments because how much more obvious does she have to be that she's been planning this? Her markings, glowing vibrantly now, are indeed everywhere, sweeping geometric patterns along her arms, tracing her collarbone, the cut of her stomach, trailing down below her belly button in what could only be described as an Altean 'happy trail.'

She knows he thinks her gorgeous, but that doesn't stop her from looking nervously down at him.]

You...better take off your robe as well.

[Everytime she shifts above him, Lance has to bite back all the little sounds itching to slip from his throat. His pulse begins to race as he watches her undress, blue eyes following one spiraling mark to the next, as each inch of Allura's body is slowly revealed to him.

Lance doesn't even hear her at first, his mind too busy trying to commit every bit of her glowing beauty to memory. Finally, something kicks at the back of his mind that Allura was speaking and he gives a slight shake of his head to shake away the daze.]

Sorry, what was that? I was, uh, heh... I was too busy checking you out, cause, wow. You're... Gosh, you're...

[And he is actually at a loss at what to say for once. Lance just blinks up at her, smiling one of his big, almost goofy, but loving smiles.]

[That goofy smile of his is perhaps forever ingrained as her first impression on him. Second to the unseemliness of his round ears. She smiles back down at him in turn, leaning forward to cup his face between her hands, and she kisses him.

Then pulls back and smushes his face a little between her hands. Not that his unsaid compliments aren’t appreciated but...]

Disrobe, please.

[His smile lingers as she kisses him, and then he laughs when her hands squish his face.]

Gotcha, gotcha, don't gotta tell me twi-er, three times!

[Lance pulls his hands away from Allura's body, and he sits up a bit to finish the work she he started. Undoing the knot, he let's the soft, loose robe slip off his shoulders, revealing his bare chest. Sure, he's not super, macho buff like Shiro, but all their training and fighting the Galra have given him some muscles. Something he's rather proud of.

With Allura still on his lap, he can't fully remove the robe without tugging it out from under her. Debating for a second or two on how to best remove the rest of it, he decides on a course of action.

Which is to roll over and gently push Allura onto the bed. Now it's his turn to straddle her and take the lead for a bit. The rest of the robe slips off his back easily, and he leans in to kiss her.]

Tell me, Princess. What do you like?

[His physique is similar to what she'd have found attractive in an Altean; lean and limber, well toned from fighting, and as he undoes the knot of his robe and as it slips off his shoulders, she takes her time admiring him, fingers trailing along his warm, dark skin. She splays her palms over his chest, trailing them under, marveling at how remarkably smooth and unmarked humans are. Sure, she's seen him shirtless before, but in this more intimate setting it's...

Different.]

You are--

[She's about to say something when he takes her slightly by surprise by turning the tables on her being distracted by him, rolling her over into the plush comfort of her bed. There's a small sound of surprise, a gasp, and then a small peal of laughter, hands moving to his shoulders and sliding down his back to help him officially disrobe.

Her heart is pounding in her chest, and there's the temptation to simply muscle him into being beneath her once more, but she instead kisses him back, hands cradling the back of his head.]

I like you touching me. And, when you kiss me, so... [She untangles her fingers from his hair, and heart still pounding, her glowing markings pulsing in tandem, she moves her hands between them and unhooks the front of her bra. She'll leave it to him to finish the rest.] ...do that...here?

[Any chance Lance gets to hear Allura laugh is a magical one. These days it feels as though there are never enough opportunities to just breathe, and laugh about something. Especially for her. While they all share various responsibilities, Allura always seems to have so much more on her plate than he ever does.

The feeling of her fingers in his hair draws him back out from his thoughts, and he grins excitedly as she brings them back down to herself. As she unhooks her bra, his breath catches in his throat. He was finally, finally going to get to touch her in the place he's been dying to since they started this thing between them. There's a nervous shaking to his hands as he moves them to push the thin, lacy material out of the way.]

Oh, wow...

[The words are out before he can stop himself, and it's as though he didn't even hear himself as his focus is entirely on Allura's chest. When his fingers brush over the warm, soft skin of her breasts, he finally exhales the air trapped in his lungs. Lance is gentle at first, his touches exploratory and curious. For all the game he's talked up in the past, he's never really gotten past making out with someone, with touching happening over clothing. And never with someone he cared about as deeply as Allura.

All his crushes and relationships during his school years seem so silly, and childish compared to the depths of his emotions for the Altean warrior.

Running a thumb over a nipple, he adds more pressure to his touches, giving her breasts an experimental squeeze. For a moment or two he's rather entranced by that, watching how they easily give to his touch, the way her darker skin looks against his own, and how those mesmerizing markings begin to glow almost in time to a beat.

It's hard to look away, but he remembers she wants to feel his mouth there too. Leaning in he kisses her lips almost chastely, before moving down her neck. He nips, and sucks at her skin along the way, enjoying any noises she'll give up to him. As he kisses her collarbone, he gives another squeeze to her chest, before brushing his lips against a breast, kissing at it softly.

Here he's running more on things he's heard, or read, or seen, than actual experience. Articles in silly sexy type blogs, or stuff he's overheard girls whisper about in hallways at school. And of course porn. More than anything he wants this to be great for her. So, he swallows back some of his own uncertainty and runs hos tongue over a nipple, before taking it into his mouth to suck on it.]

[She's never gotten quite this far with someone herself. It's always been touching over clothing, or if daring, under clothing, tucked away in secret during parties or quiet rendezvous. Not that she wasn't allowed this when times were more peaceful, she's just always been busy, and never quite willing to give herself over to someone.

Of course, now she realizes it's not giving yourself to someone, but that it's something else entirely. And she will always look to this relationship with fondness.

So she has little to go by as he pushes her bra aside, heart now hammering as he looks at her laid bare, and she can't help but let out a small nervous laugh as he stares, only to cut herself off with a shuddering breath as his fingers touch bare, overly sensitive skin. Her nipples are already hard from arousal, and as he touches her, squeezes her, she shifts a bit beneath him, feeling herself growing hard against her damp underwear. When she kisses him back, it's of a delayed response, mesmerized and nervous with anticipation, and her insides tense pleasantly as he moves down, the warmth of his mouth finally at her breast drawing another another, almost rumbling, sound.

Her fingers card through his hair, and she can already feel herself growing ready to move things further along, drawing her knees up so her feet are flat on the comforter, squeezing her thighs against his midriff encouragingly.

The pull of his mouth feels good, and her blush is already working its way down from her face to ruddy her neck and collarbone.]

Y-you can use your teeth...if you like. Or, um-- [She likes taking the lead, so it's hard to not say what he should do. But it's also hard to say what she wants because it's embarrassing.] touch yourself?

[Quiznak is she making any sense??]

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[there really aren't many date night opportunities when it comes to war. the fact that they had a single night together had been, to her, a very fortuitous happenstance, one that she finds herself thinking of again and again. but she's used to space travel, used to being confined to a single ship at an ever-shifting point of the galaxy, with few moments of reprieve.

so she makes a moment. for the two of them. thinking over again and again what he said to her that first night, his kiss and the way he held her warm and close and feeling so right before the reality of their war sunk in through the cracks once more. it's hard enough to find a place to themselves, but...she manages, thanks to Hunk, who helps to set up her room as a makeshift cafe of sorts. a small table, some fizzy drinks, fairy lights he "borrowed" from Pidge's hoard of items.

she's only the one white dress she wore to their first date. and while Romelle fusses a bit that it's improper for a Princess to have only one set of nice clothes, there's really nothing she can do. the alternative would be the garrison uniform, or her paladin armour, so she does her hair differently. a long braid down her back. a bracelet Colleen lent her calling it "costume jewelry" but Allura finding its dark blue crystals delightful.

waiting for his knock on the door, she finds herself pacing a bit, nervous for some reason, a thought at the back of her mind both titillating and nerve-wracking. her fingers itch for the sparkling glass of drink, a sort of Earthling alcohol that's bubbly and sweet to the taste, but she holds off until Lance arrives.

it's a date. a second date. with a boy she loves but still finds herself having trouble saying the word love. but she knows he loves her, and that calms her.]

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look it's hard to find prompts for but you know what i want and it's weird alien genitals and heat

[they've been out here for an entire movement. the two of them, giving in to gut feelings and simple hunches of something somewhere on this planet lending itself to help them track Lotor down, to find where he's been hiding for all these months following Zarkon's return.

and they've gone without their lions. in a transport ship that holds just enough supplies and doubles as a home base. out of range from the others who'd tell them this was a bad idea, that the Black and Blue paladins should know better than to leave them behind for the second time, but...some lessons are hard learned.

and this planet proves harsh. it's swampy, dank, and seems to only worsen when she feels the small pinpricks of estrus leaden her veins.

because of course. of course she's forgotten her suppressants. and she only becomes away of it as they settle down for camp, going over their findings, following the patterns of quintessence rising and falling like a heartbeat all throughout this planet. she's leaning over Keith's shoulder at the notes, and suddenly so aware of the warmth his skin gives off underneath the dark black of his skintight flightsuit.

this...is bad.]

( it should be all cut and dry, as far as he's concerned, but there's been something nagging the back of his head since they landed on the planet, and only seems to worsen as time passes and night falls. it's like a headache that won't drift off, no matter the distractions or the focus he puts into their search, and the only real remedy is. allura, it feels like. the irritation lessens whenever she's nearer, although it's less that it goes away and more that it's satiated by her presence, something he'd akin to the purring of their lions whenever there's a job well done, a fight won.

he's sick, he's pretty sure. he isn't planning on mentioning anything, because what does it matter, but.

allura gets too close, maybe. keith doesn't have the same sense of smell as most galra, but even a normal human could smell the pheromones dripping off her in tendril waves, something sticky and sweet in the air that tickles his most carnal of instincts. he feels himself gasp, suddenly, and then - something more like a growl rips out of his throat, and before he knows what's he's doing, he has strong hands gripping either of allura's biceps, holding her at an arm's distance, but. holding her, still.

he has all these weird, animalistic thoughts in his head, about claiming and possessing and taking, and. he looks at allura with knitted eyebrows, gaze sharp. )

What's going on?

( she smells good. too good. he pulls her in without a second thought, nose pressed up against her neck while he just scents her, sniffing ceaselessly. way too good. )

Allura, what is this?

[she had thought herself safe with Keith when the first few sensations of her heat made itself known to her. he's an Earthling, she told herself. he's not Altean. not someone who seemed particularly interested in her beyond simply being a friend, a teammate, unlike someone like Lance who pressed otherwise.

but, he's Galra too. for a moment, almost forgetting, and shocked at the sudden reaction to her getting close to him, his grip strong and her thoughts jostled from being pushed away.

a grip that she...likes. but she keeps from biting her lip, instead opening her mouth to respond, to say it's nothing, until he pulls her in a moment later, the sound and feel of him smelling the scent glands just below her ears, at the juncture where her jawbone meets her neck, has the hairs at the back of her neck prickling. skin rising into little bumps.]

I-it's...something that happens every few phoebs. [she's trying desperately to play it cool, eyes looking skyward, up towards the branches of trees sketching wobbly lines against a darkening sky full of stars.

her heartrate is rising despite it.] It isn't anything, really. Just...a cycle.

( it's even worse, once he's gripped her. he doesn't know what he's smelling really, but it's more addictive than adrenaline, his nose pressed up right where her scent is the strongest, just. becoming a glutton in devoring that smell, rubbing his nose, his mouth, all over it. he's not really thinking clearly, or else he might've expressed some kind of concern in grabbing the princess so abruptly, and keening into desires he's really never had before. sex, sure, but this isn't really that - it's just possession, wanting to be covered in her scent, wanting to rub his own on her in turn.

his tongue darts out and licks a thick stripe across her throat, following through to her jaw. one long lick. she tastes even better than she smells, and he's about to go in for a bite, but then he remembers.

this is allura.

allura, who he respects way too much to do - all this. he jerks back again suddenly, and the headache is screaming in his head, but it's not as bad as the concept that he might be hurting her, upsetting her. he forces himself to take a few steps backwards, jumbling up their notes as he grips the desk they were convening over. he pants hard, the air stifling and hot and so full of her he wants to snarl.

his dick is also the hardest its ever been, he realizes belatedly. still breathing roughly, he stares pointedly at that and not allura, kind of. afraid of himself, and what he might do if he looks at her. )

What. What is this.

( more than a growl, it's a whimper. a begging dog, looking for pets. he whines, tightly shutting his eyes. )

I don't have any control, Allura.

[this isn't the way an Altean would react. perhaps in the ancient times it had been this way, but it had always been soft. gentle. touches barely gracing against the skin, warm and flushed, kisses, a need for closeness and to melt into one another. it's what she read about at least, in those bodice rippers she used to keep hidden under her mattress during her younger years, fantasizing about going through her estrus with a partner, someone she cared deeply for.

but this is Keith. and he's not Altean. but, he is someone she cares for, and when his tongue lavishes her skin, hot and wet, she lets out a shuddering breath, toes curling in her boots, the more primal part of her mind knowing this is the way it should be with...with a Galra.

and when he pulls back, steps away from her, she overlooks the jumbled notes, herself looking jumbled, feeling the sweat drip down her temple, mingling with the heat of her pheromones, the wet of his saliva still slick on her skin. her eyes follow his towards the obvious swell of his cock, and then up to his face where he looks...vulnerable. scared of himself, what this is.

she feels bad; it's her fault for not taking her pills, but it feels so good to be wanted when she needs to be wanted. and she brings a bit of Altean to this, moving close to him, bringing her hands up to cup his face, one hand smoothing his rumpled hair from her forehead.]

You don't have this on Earth, do you? [she breaches whatever reservation she may have had, and kisses him, open mouthed, teeth lightly grazing his lower lip as she pulls back, the purple of her pupils glowing bright from her arousal.] I'm in heat. [she flushes a deep colour, embarrassing to say out loud, even as she brings her arms around him to pull him close this time.]

I...am not in control either.

( she touches him and relief is a blissful, tangible thing. he feels immediately better, and more than that, he feels better than he's felt - ever, maybe. with her hands on him, he thinks he might be capable of just about anything. it's different from times in the past, with casual touches of friendship that bring reassuring shoulder grabs, or tentative hugs to the table. he's touched allura, but he's never kissed her, and the action of doing so shines a new light in his minds eye about the necessary proceedings, the things he wants to do to her, the places he wants to touch, the sweat he needs to taste off her or he thinks he might just expire on the spot.

it's not like he's never noticed allura is beautiful, before. you'd have to be blind to miss it - and while keith is ignorant and stupid about a lot of things, allura's beauty was sharp enough to pierce that particular hide of dumbness. but he's also never really. thought about it. she's a princess, and there's territory there that always seemed uncrossable, born of stature and class and race. he's just started accepting that allura likes him again after the revelation of his genetic lineage, that she more than tolerates him on account of their connection to voltron. still. sex is a pretty big jump from there, but now it's all he can think about, pining her down and holding her as close as physically possible.

the kiss does a lot to entice him, but it relaxes him, too. it's not as demanding as it was before as he grabs her, nose back to the bend of her jaw, now more bold in licking across the gland in devilish, hungry licks. this time when the urge hits him, he doesn't fight it off, sinking his teeth pointedly into her neck, tasting the rush of her pheromones as they hit his tongue like they're some physical ambrosia. )

Heat. ( he echoes after her, belatedly. an arm wraps around her waist to catch her if her knees go, and then keith just pins her to the desk, lifting her up so he can slide in between her legs. ) I'll take care of you, Princess.

[admitting to her heat was embarrassing enough, and kissing him in such a manner was...wrong. she should not have done it. should not have acted on instinct, not give in to the more primal, base instincts that are now being stoked in continuum in the presence of someone reacting to her pheromones, to her current state.

she's a princess. of a people who had moved past primal urges by way of science and fact. she could have overcome this, secluded herself until her hormonal urges passed, stopped herself from encouraging this, but-

she acted on it. and Keith is responding in turn, and she yields to the more relaxed way he grabs her, and she thinks to how even without this heat this is something she wants, thoughts entertained in the past even before Keith's bloodline was revealed to her. he's handsome for a human, with thick hair and a svelte build any Altean, man, woman, or otherwise would find enticing in a mate. he's good despite his hotheaded, blunt nature. caring for his friends, ultimately selfless, the only one who's never thought of leaving voltron behind beyond faulting himself for something that wasn't his fault.

and as he licks broad strokes with his tongue against the sensitive gland behind her ears, which weakens her to trembling the moment he bites down on her skin, she cannot think of a better first partner for this.

because it's her first heat shared with someone. but she won't make a mention of that. and his bite releases what little she was holding back with a sharp gasp, knees giving out as she squeezes her eyes shut.]

Thank you. [she wants this care. wants it specifically from him, and she brings her legs up to hook him in even closer to her, to press the outline of his cock against the heat unbearable between her legs. and she grinds against it, needful. all thoughts blank beyond Keith and her need for him.] I'm glad it's you.

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