Author's Notes: Yes another update! See this is what happens when I get more than five minutes to write! Also, just fair warning, this particular chapter is rather...mature. Definitely a +16 rating for language and sexuality. As always, all grammatical errors are mine and mine alone.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever, owned Voltron. I simply play in their world.
Reviews! Reviews! So, honest opinion here, too much? Not enough? I really do want to know.
"There's untamed electricity,
Coursing through his veins,
And it shocks you when you kiss him,
but my god it's worth the pain."
E.H
Allura could feel the blaze of heat across her skin but she refused to drop her gaze, but the blush was from nervousness, not any true embarrassment.
For the love of the old gods, she thought lifting her chin, he's seen my scars, seen me with half my clothes off and I just bathed naked with him, so its not like I've never been in a state of undress around him.
Too bad her logic was having no effect on her physical state.
He hadn't moved since she dropped the towel, instead his eyes had darkened until all she could see was reflecting pools of midnight in his gaze.
The stillness of his body, the tension that seemed to exude from his every pore...
….she didn't know whether to cross her arms over her breasts and pretend this was all a big joke...
….or simply crook a finger at him and tell him to just do something already.
The waiting, the anticipation to see how he would react to her boldness, was sheer hell on her nerves.
The hell with it, she thought when he still stood there, doing nothing and decided this was a mistake and made to reach for her robe.
She turned and suddenly he was there, standing between her and the robe.
His sudden reaction, his speed had her instinctively backing up a step.
A slight tilt of his lips noted her automatic response to his close proximity.
Good reflexes, he thought even as picked up her robe, his eyes never leaving her form, but rather redundant given the situation.
She had moved into position so that the recess lighting cast natural shadows along the lush curves of her lissome form.
He would have had to been made of stone to not be moved by the sight of her nude, still glistening skin on display like a feast for his eyes.
But Keith was very much a flesh-and-blood male and her simple movement had snapped his momentarily paralysis when she had shocked the hell out of him by simply allowing him to look his fill of her.
"Where are you going?"
His voice was a honeyed purr, a predator enticing his prey to surrender and Allura shivered at the sexual pull in those simple words.
"I..I...was..." but his eyes traced the movements of her lips and the words died upon them.
"Cold?" he offered, taking a single step forward.
Eyes wide, mouth dry, she gave a tiny jerk of her head in assent.
He held up the robe. "Then come here and I'll help you put it on."
Allura jerked at the tangible caress of his words but that didn't stop her feet from moving forward until she was within touching distance of him.
"Turn around."
His voice was a low purr, making her stomach clench and her blood heat to startling degree in her veins.
She turned and nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his hand slowly move up her spine and she clenched her teeth against her visceral reaction to his touch.
He was burning her one degree at a time as he leisurely pulled the long length of hair off of her back and over her shoulder.
"I wouldn't want to get your robe wet."
She inhaled sharply as his breath stirred the fine hairs at the nape of her neck. Each word, each touch seduced her senses until she could do nothing but tremble with anticipation for his next move.
The soft touch of cotton against her skin startled her, she had completely forgotten that she was suppose to be getting dressed.
Something akin to disappointment lanced through her at the loss of his touch...until she felt the heat of his hands though the thin barrier, moving across her body to settle the robe in place.
She gasped, head thrown back as the heat of his hands moved with deliberate slowness over the fullness of her breasts, her nipples hardening as he slid the edges of the robe together.
"You're still cold."
Cold? She thought through the haze in her mind, I'm not cold, I'm burning.
"C-cold?" was all she could breathe out as his nimble fingers found the hard bead of her nipple against the thin fabric.
She whimpered as his fingers rubbed the sensitive nub, her fingers digging into the cotton.
"I need to warm you up, since it's my fault you're so cold."
His mouth found the slim column of her throat not protected by the robe and quickly fastened his mouth on the delicate skin.
"K-Keith!"
His name from her lips was a helpless plea against the torment of his hands, his mouth. Her arm reached up and she dug her nails into his neck, which only made him bite down on the sensitive point at her neck.
She shuddered, hard. Her body felt as though it were a spring being wound tighter and tighter.
His hand molded her breast beneath the fabric, his mouth fastened to her neck and there was no mistaking the distinctive hardness pressed against her back.
She whimpered at the delicious feel of that hardness.
She hadn't realized she was rubbing up against him until his hand bit down on her hip, stilling her movements.
"Allura," his voice was rough, a rasping darkness that only made want to rub against him some more, "don't...just let me..."
He angled her jaw so that she had to tilt her head and captured her mouth in a punishing kiss that had her straining in his grasp but he wouldn't allow her to turn around.
She made a frustrated, desperate needing sound into his mouth but he kept her pinned against his body.
It was killing him, reining in the urge to simply take her, to give relief to both of their bodies. Those little sounds of pleasure, the way she moved her body against in unabashed sensuality, all of it screamed at him to take her.
To show her exactly how their bodies were made for pleasure.
Too fast, she's still a virgin. She could get pregnant.
Keith ripped his mouth away from hers and pulled her hands off of his neck.
"K-Keith? W-why...I don't..."
She sounded so bewildered, her voice so breathy that he nearly gave into the sexual pull between them...but then he remembered why he had stopped.
"We. Have. To. Stop. Now."
Each word was grounded out between his teeth.
"I...I don't understand."
Too much hurt in her soft words and he wasn't so heartless a bastard to leave her like that.
He looked into her eyes, twin stars of sapphire surrounded by a tumble of golden waves with her robe parted around that Venus body of hers.
Fuck, he thought and though it felt as though his body was about to break, he forced himself to step back away from her.
"Allura, we can't do this. Not now."
"Why? Keith I don't..."
"Fuck," he grounded out, making her eyes widen at the savagery in his voice. He rarely swore and never at her, "do you want me to get you pregnant?"
He saw her suck in a breath and pulled her robe tighter and he realized, belatedly, that he was going about this the wrong way.
Thrusting a hand through his hair, he forced himself to take a long, deep breath.
"You're still a virgin and though we're from separate planets our biology should be compatible enough that I could well get you pregnant the first time around."
He saw it then, the swirling mix of frustration and thwarted desire in her eyes give way to cold logic.
"I...see. Yes, you do have a point." Pulling her robe tight against her body, she bit her lip, a habit he noted she did when she was thinking hard about something.
"Right now getting pregnant is the last thing that needs to happen. My planet is too vulnerable to attack and we can't lose a single member to Voltron."
Keith clenched his fist. He was the one who had put a stop to it...so then why did it feel like his heart was being crushed beneath the weight of her words.
"Exactly," he forced a measure of calm into his voice, "so now is not a good time. You should get back to your room."
"Keith...is that the only reason you stopped? Because of the risk of getting me pregnant...or because I'm still..."
He turned and saw the high blush, which he now knew crossed her entire body, and the uncertainty that belied her earlier confidence.
It was that hesitancy, the slight tremor in her voice, that allowed him to turn back around and stand in front of her.
He didn't trust himself to touch her, not yet, but he could do this much to alleviate her anxiety.
"I have no qualms with you being a virgin," he told her, the seriousness in his voice taking some of the fear out of her, "in fact, the truth is, I'm still in a bit of awe that you would go so far as to trust me with your body."
She made to move her hand to his face, but when she saw the stiffening of his body, she quickly realized her error.
He's still not in control, she thought and tucked her trembling fingers beneath each arm, much like myself.
"Keith," her voice was lilting, a trace of longing still viable, "of course I trust you. You would never hurt me..." she stopped, gave a soft laugh and placed a hand on the small throb of pain from the love bite he had given her, "well perhaps not never, but this at least, is a pain I rather enjoyed."
"Allura," a warning and ravenous need in that single word and again she felt her body tighten in remembered anticipation.
She cleared her throat and stepped lightly past him.
"Well at least this cleared up one matter."
The words were murmured softly but he still caught them and it caught hold of his curiosity.
"What matter is that?"
Gathering up her fallen bag she gave him a painful, but still amused smile. "You still want me."
"I never stopped wanting you." he retorted, his eyes glittering like black diamonds.
She tilted her head to consider him and his words. "Considering how we parted on Earth..."
Once more he tunneled his fingers through his slightly damp hair, "Yeah about that..."
"Stop right there." she went so far as to place a finger against his lips and when he made to grab her, she danced out of his reach with a shake of her head.
"You were right, we should stop here. After everything...we both need time to rethink a few things. But, and I promise you, we will finish this conversation."
Keith opened his mouth, about to respond but then changed the directions of his thinking.
"Agreed."