Thank you for all the kind reviews. I am glad you are enjoying my little story.

to the guest reviewer. you are going to appreciate a line in this chapter, and may be one of the few people who gets it.

Dawn has worked some over time on this. i can never say thank you enough to her.

I don't own Voltron Wep does

i do own any oc that appear.

And they meet enjoy

4:

Keith had decided to call it a day. It was getting late, and the waves had pretty much crapped out. Most of the surfing crowd had quit. They were standing around drying off. Some of them stripped out of their wetsuits to change into dry clothes. One of the guys gave a long low whistle that made the others look around. Walking toward them was a super hot chick with long blue hair, and bright green eyes, and none of them knew who she was.

Keith was toweling off his chest, and it was all Allura could do to keep her eyes off of him. When he heard the warning whistle, he looked up and locked eyes with her. For a moment she was lost in time and space. Forcing herself to look around at the other men, she suddenly wished she had not strayed from her friends. There were no girls in this group; she felt like shark bait.

As she got closer, a black man covered in glowing blue tattoos asked, "What can we do for you, Ayana?"

Allura smiled and blushed at the compliment. This man from Ariel was attractive, but her eyes drifted back to Keith. He was still intently looking at her. She said, "I…. umm….. I have been watching you from my balcony the last couple of days and was wondering if you could teach me how to surf?"

The guys in the group shook their heads. This wasn't the first gidget to ask Keith for surfing lessons. They all hoped her disappointment would open a door for them.

"It's getting to be too late for surfing," was Keith's curt reply.

Crestfallen, she responded to him, "Oh, I didn't think about that."

"I will be happy to give you lessons," a blond boy with a think accent said.

He was wearing a wetsuit stripped off to his waist. It was dangerously low on his hips. Stalking toward her, his eyes made his intent clear. She didn't step back, but wanted to turn and run. Just before he got to her, Keith stepped in front of him. He didn't say a word, but the look of steel he sent the blond man caused him to stop and step back.

This group had been invited to the party with conditions. He had spent the day surfing with them because most of the academy girls steered clear of this gang, leaving him to surf in peace.

This was not one of the women from the academy. He turned to look at her. Her expression was a mixture of fear and determination. Damn, he thought. She's beautiful and tough, his mind rambled as he ran his hand through his damp hair.

"You were not at the academy with us. What is your name? Where are from?" he asked her.

"My name is Allie. I don't think I will give a group of strange men any more personal information than that," she replied in a dignified tone.

Her big green eyes flitted back to the blond man who was now shamelessly stripping his wetsuit all the way off. Her face looked as if it had been instantly sunburned. She diverted her eyes to the side and did not meet his again.

Keith turned to see what had upset her. He emitted a low growl that reminded Allura of a lion. "Khalil, you need to teach your team some manners," he said, authority ringing in his voice.

The man with the glowing blue tats snapped his head in Keith's direction, defiance deep in his eyes. Keith pointed to the blond buttoning his pants.

The look in Khalil's eyes turned to annoyance, and then softened when they met Allura's. Walking over to her and bowing, he said "My apologies, Ayana."

You have nothing to apologize for, "It is not your offense," Allura haughtily replied.

"I am afraid it is," he said, glancing at Keith. "I agreed to be responsible for my team's behavior today. They are not always the most chivalrous of men. Now allow me to introduce myself, I am Khalil, son to Kalon." He bowed graciously.

Smiling softly, Allura nodded, "I am Allie. It is nice to meet you. Your father Kalon is the Chief of Ariel, is he not?" she asked.

"Indeed he is." Khalil answered. From where he was standing he could clearly see the annoyance on Keith's face. Smiling down at Allura, he said,

"Perhaps I can assist you with surfing lessons."

She looked pointedly at Keith and replied, "I thought it was too late in the day."

Caught off guard, Keith looked out across the ocean. He said, "I guess I could take you out for a couple of rides. The waves are small so there is less of a chance you will get hurt."

Smiling radiantly, she repressed the desire to jump up and down. "Thank you for the offer Prince Khalil. Perhaps I will see you later this evening."

"Definitely," he said, kissing her hand and turning away.

Her smile was infectious and Keith returned it,

"Do you have on a bathing suit?" he asked. She nodded her response. "Ok, you get ready and I will grab my board. We don't have much time left," he said, walking toward the row of surfboards.

Trying for some form of modesty, she turned her back on the group to pull her clothes off. When Keith pulled his board out of the sand, he looked over at her. She was just starting to shimmy out of her shorts. Bending slightly forward, he and everyone else got a good view of her perfectly round, firm bottom. The other guys started wolf whistling. She ignored them, but could feel the heat on her ears.

Freeing herself of her shelled sandals, she walked over to Keith and softly asked, "Ready?"

"Yes, I am," he nearly growled, placing his hand on her back and guiding her out into the water.

The blond boy sniggered. "It was bound to happen sometime. At least he waited for a good one." Khalil smacked him on the back of the head. All the guys joined in a hearty laugh.