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Being lost in deep space makes Pidge on edge. Shiro listens to her grouching and mumbling about signal interference, wrenching off her helmet. Her amber-brown curls damp and glistening with perspiration.
Nobody smells great while they've been essentially stranded with no hopes of being contacted, using their limited water supplies to keep from getting dehydrated only, but Shiro doesn't mind it. He's gotten used to tinier spaces and precariousness, as well as the musky, sharp-bitter scent of Pidge.
Her warmth, her everything becomes familiar to Shiro. He's grateful for it.
Pidge exhales noisily, releasing the tension building up inside her. She says nothing when Shiro's organic fingers rub over her bared, sweat-slickened nape, combing in long and purposeful strokes through her hair.
"Let's take a break," he suggests, voice rumbling like a storm cloud in Pidge's ear. Shiro misses rain and lightning and being able to stand under beams of golden-yellow sunlight, soaking in the fresh air.
He's already tugged her away from the piloting console, unlatching the mechanisms to his armor and helping Pidge out of her chest-plate. Green purrs in anticipation, completely out of Shiro's hearing, but Pidge's face brightens to a deep, radiant pink that travels all the way up to her temples and roots.
Shiro knows it's better if they are uninterrupted, muting their comm.-links. He leans backwards up against one of the walls, supporting a half dressed Pidge yanking off her leggings and propping herself against him with most of her weight. No matter how many years go by, Pidge still has those overly pale and bony limbs dusted with freckles. Shiro's eyes lower briefly to the triangle of dark amber hair between Pidge's thighs.
Pidge breathes out raggedly, hugging around Shiro's middle and pressing her forehead to his sternum. Matt's glasses skew noticeably on her nose. "It's okay, Katie," Shiro murmurs, removing them carefully.
At the mention of her real name, she squirms, biting her lower lip and flushing harder. Shiro's ungloved hand takes its time gently skimming over Pidge, reveling in her nakedness, tracing his forefinger over silky-soft skin. All heat and swollen, slippery flesh. Shiro knows her too well.
But this time… it's too many distractions. Thoughts.
"Do you think anybody misses us?" Pidge asks, mumbling against Shiro's undershirt.
He considers this, pausing. Their hearts beat out of sync, like always.
"I hope so…"
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Voltron isn't mine. It's still Shiro Week 2018/Black Paladin Week! I wanted to try out "Day 5: Support/Fall" and with a ship I don't really ship! It's never really stopped me before dsfjnkg I just kinda do whatever my brain says to write and this also covers "In The Lion" for the NSFW Genre space for my Voltron Bingo card! Woo! I'm definitely gonna get this shit done by the 30th! Thanks for reading and any comment/thoughts welcomed! Happy Thanksgiving if you celebrate!