[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.]
no subject
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.]