Author's Note: Update! Yes it is a short one, but I thought that you, my faithful readers, would appreciate a quicker update than waiting another two months. Or so I hope anyway. As always all grammatical mistakes and errors are mine and mine alone.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever, owned Voltron. I simply play in their world. Also, on a side, as I have warned previously, though this is rated T, you really should be at least 16 to read this. That is all.
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"You know I'm scared
And I know you're scared too
But the miracle is
that despite
The terrifying tragedies
that have plagued
our mending hearts
We are still trying
We are telling each other
that we are worth the risk
In the midst of
catastrophes falling
all around us
...we are still us."
Chrissie Pinney
"Allura..."
The princess of Arus closed her eyes at the sound of her name on his lips. Once again his voice held shadows and secrets, a touch of midnight to that deep timbre. His voice had sounded like that before, this enigmatic male whom she had sung Talimer's Loss to nearly a year ago, high atop the castle walls.
Her head had been full of nightmares and he had been there to chase them away. That kiss, that first exploration of mutual desire between them was one of her most poignant memories. She lifted the long, golden lashes from her eyes and did not try to hide her need for him.
"We've done this before, you and I."
Keith needed no reminder of that night on the Explorer. It was branded into his mind. The feel of her silken skin beneath his hands, the rush of breath from her lips as his mouth found the hollow of her neck that made her writhe beneath him.
His fingers clenched in her hair at the tactile memory.
She did not protest his rough treatment, instead she lifted her face higher, offering up her lips to his in the most blatant invitation she could manage, given her current placement at his side.
"Allura," again her name nearly a ragged plea on his lips and her eyes blazed in her pale face.
"Kiss me or get out."
It was a bold demand coming from her. She had never allowed herself to voice her own desire for Keith in their strange courtship.
She, who had never known a man's love, had been happy to let Keith lead her on this sensual dance but now she was done being led.
She needed him, craved him in a way that went beyond simple desire. He was in her blood, her soul and she knew that that no matter how much time passed, how many years she lived, he would always be there.
He had not moved an inch in the face of her aggressive statement and that part of her that clung to his existence, seemed to fold into itself.
He doesn't want me anymore.
A ragged breath escaped her lips in an effort to stifle the crushing pain of his rejection and she jerked her head out of his hand, leaping to her feet.
"I..." she began to speak but the breath abruptly left her lungs as her wrist was grabbed and she unexpectedly found herself lying flat on her back on the bed.
It all happened within a matter of seconds and she was still trying process how, when she had been on her feet just a moment ago, was now flat on her back.
"You can't just tell me to kiss you and then expect me to let you leave, did you?"
Allura looked up at his shadowed face and blinked at the lethal purr in his voice. His obsidian eyes were once more those dark mirrors and all she saw in his gaze was her own wide-eyed reflection.
"I...you didn't move or say anything, so what else was I to do!"
Her voice sounded panicked and it helped none when his lips curved into that wicked and intimate smile that she had seen once, and only once, in the cavern where they had bathed together.
His head dipped and Allura's body arched, as though hit by lightning, when his mouth bit down on the sensitive column of her neck still exposed by her clothing.
"Keith!"
Her voice was breathless as her fingers tangled in his hair, anchoring him to her as his mouth ravished her skin.
It was true, she had demanded that he kiss her or leave, but she had forgotten to mention where at the time.
He lifted his head, eyes blazing and she was back in his arms, his mouth devouring hers until all she could was cling him, meeting his voracious need with matching intensity.
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.
It was the litany that danced in her mind, a mantra that she clung to as his fingers tore at the bindings in her hair until it fell about her in rippling, golden waves.
"I," he nipped at her lips, giving her a second to take a gulp of air, "prefer your hair down."
It was the last coherent sentence he would utter that she would understand.
He broke contact with her mouth long enough that in one, swift move he had his shirt off and cradling her back in his arms.
His mouth once more slanted over hers as his fingers made short work of peeling the layers of clothing off of her body. Soon enough she too was stripped from the waist down.
His hands still at her waist and he released her mouth to look at her midnight eyes that stared back at him with barely restrained anticipation.
"Last chance to tell me to stop."
The words were forced through gritted teeth, but he said them anyway. He had to make sure that she was fully aware of what they were about to do.
There would be no going back after this. No more games, no more pretenses.
"Don't stop."
The words had barely passed through her lips when his mouth crashed over hers, his fingers tugging none-to-gently at the rest of her clothing.
What is it to love a man?
It was not until she had met Keith, all those months ago, that she had begun asking herself that question.
It would seem, she was finally going to get an answer.