Disclaimer: Voltron isn't mine.
Note: I have been reading up on female outlaws from the American West, so I thought I would try my hand at a Western.
This Pidge Gunderson had to be cheating somehow-and cheating better than him. Sharp golden eyes-and boy were they pretty-seemed to see down to the depths of his soul and one goldenrod brow arches up before he calls.
Lance glances down at his cards. He feels good about them, three of a kind with tens, but he knows there are better hands.
But that mocking eyebrow makes him want to call anyway.
He calls and loses but the victorious grin on his opponent's mouth make a him feel like a winner.
Lance knows he's a bit bent. He wants the short card shark like he should only want a woman but damned if his body cares. All his body sees is 'pretty' and it seems to be enough.
Suddenly Lance is reminded there are other vagabonds at the table when he sees hands going for pistols.
In the ensuing firefight, Lance is quite the dashing hero. Pidge must agree with Lance's opinion, because in the barn they chose to hide out in together after the showdown, he quickly learns the man he'd been enchanted with all night was in fact a woman.