A little bit of fluff I wrote when I was in a crazy mood one afternoon back in April, but had only shared it with close friends. They have urged me to share it with everyone else...so enjoy.
I make no claims to Voltron or any WEP characters.
Until next time...
Mertz
In the moonlit room, he creeps across the floor without even a whisper of a sound. Staying in the shadows, he approaches the bed, his dark eyes on the figure lying asleep. He stops near the end pillar of the canopy bed, his gaze moving up the figure in the bed. Starting at the delicate foot sticking out of the covers, the pink nail polish on the long toes glistening in the moonlight, his gaze moves up the portion of shapely calf he can see before the white silk sheet covers her thigh.
Moving closer, he watches as she lets out a deep sigh in her sleep and turns onto her back. Forcing himself to wait, his eyes move up her slim hips. After admiring the line of her navel showing from the sheet that fell away with her movement, his gaze continues up to the distended tips of her nipples, making his mouth water even as he feels himself harden.
He continues to move his eyes up along her graceful neck then to the face, softened in sleep. Golden hair circles her head and flows along the mattress underneath her. Looking back into her face, he admires the long lashes resting on her cheeks, the perfectly arched nose and the strawberry colored lips that were made for kissing.
The lashes suddenly flutter open and she murmurs, "Keith?" in a sleepy voice.
"BANZAI!"
Her eyes go wide at the male cry as Keith jumps on top of her. His mouth is on hers a moment later, sloppily kissing her until Allura puts her hands up on his shoulders and pushes him off, "KEITH! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
The smell of alcohol reaches her nose and Allura narrows her eyes on him, "You were drinking and watching those Japanese anime cartoons with Lance again, weren't you?"
Keith, Commander of the Voltron Force and King of Arus, grins drunkenly at his wife then pounds on his chest like an ape, "Me Keith…King of Arus! You Allura! My babe!"
"Oh for the love of God!" Allura cries out as she picks up her pillow and hits him in the face with it, toppling him backward onto the bed. The sound of snoring reaches her a moment later and Allura looks over to find her husband of five years, passed out cold.
As her eyes move over her husband, Allura pulls on the blankets and throws them over him. Rising from the bed, she puts on a modest nightgown and robe then heads for the chaise lounge with her pillow while muttering, "He can puke on himself in the morning…God help him."