Prompt: "I really want to be gentle with you right now, but you're making it impossible.", requested by MizukixTsukiyomi.
Warnings: Dark implications

He was exasperated to say at least. He wanted to trust his friends. His team. Her. But, something burned in his chest every time the subject of his dreams, of all variety, was distracted by someone not him. He didn't like it, he knew that much, though he wasn't exactly sure what 'it' even is.

He didn't like the feeling of being angry at people he would literally die for, but he didn't like not having her eyes on him.

Perhaps that hell he was freed from, had ruined him in more ways than he expected.

"Your eyes are blue, like the ocean, and baby, I'm lost at sea~!" Lance sang, his grin slowly growing. He watched as her eyes widened and her lips slowly parting at the unexpected serenade. With a moment beat of silence Kagome burst out laughing.

It wasn't a shy giggle, but a full-blown laugh that brought out a big smile and a sweet flush on her face. A rarity for the Healer still recovering from her five-some years long stay at the very same hell he himself went through. Perhaps it may have been the first ever time anyone ever heard her laugh.

Her laugh, warmly with a lilting pitch, echoed off the walls. The dark hair, coiling over her back, was swept over her small shoulder, as Kagome tried to muffle her amusement. She made for a wonderful sight, when that one small moment of joy washed away the heavy tiredness and wears she carried from her delicate body. For a brief moment, the Healer was young and unjaded of wars and traumas again.

Lance glowed at his success, his expression standing out the most from among of awed faces.

He did not like it.

No, he loved the sound of her voice and the smiles that the laughter brought out.

But he did not like that he wasn't the one who she directed that brief happiness to.

As soon as her laughter ebbed, he didn't think twice. Exiting from the isolating tunnel of a hallway he walked to her with long strides, and snapped his hand onto her tiny wrist. Invoking a confused blink ridding that sweet flush on her face he started, "Can we talk for a moment?" He tried his best to stamp away any sourness he might have had in his face, and in his tone.

"Shiro?" Kagome puckered her lips, baffled at a strange and almost sad glint in his eyes. There was just something that set her at unease.

Without further words Shiro tugged her away, from the Paladins and the Princess.

When the doors clasped shut, Pidge snorted, "Good job, Lance, you've made Shiro jealous." Her remark brought out an amused glance from Allura..

"Well, it worked, right?" Lance didn't even sulk, the pride he felt at finally making the Healer laugh was still burning brightly.

Hunk reasoned, "It wasn't the first time Shiro pulled her away though."

The Blue Paladin clapped onto Hunk's broad bicep, "Fifth time is the charm!" The large male hummed noncommittally in return.

"Wasn't it supposed to be 'third time's the charm'?" Keith furrowed his brows, the annoyance he felt at Lance's latest antics faded.

Lance glared, lending heavily against Hunk while fighting back a scowl at someone he considered his rival, "Just go with it, dude."

Twirling his mustache, Coran hummed agreeingly, "Maybe it will this time." A flash of elaborate wedding boomed throughout his mischievous, romantic mind. He hoped to plan one fairly soon.

Those two though, have much to overcome, particularly their Black Paladin.

If she wasn't used to Galran's typical long strides she would've struggle not to skip over her feet with Shiro's near-unforgiving grip on her wrist. As if he was afraid of losing her behind. "Shiro, slow down…" Kagome gnawed on the inside of her mouth to keep in huffing for air her lungs needed, wondering if she had done anything to offend him.

Shiro stopped, stiffening at her soft plea.

"What's wrong?" Kagome grasped her other hand on his elbow. "Are you angry? Did I do something wrong?"

Shiro struggled to answer because he wasn't quite sure himself. The emotions, the jealousy, the bitterness just came over him before he could really identify from where or even why. He opened his mouth to reply, to say something, when Kagome spoke first.

"Your hand is shaking," she said, looking down at where his hand was still locked around her wrist. Her hand slipped from his elbow, to glaze over his skin, her clothed fingers dancing just a hairbreadth from it.

She sharply withdrew it, her body tightening with a flinch—Shiro recognized it with a thinning of his lips. Galran soldiers, at least those with cruel hearts, typically disliked being touched by a person not of their species or kins, and personally made this clear to the poor Healer at every chance they got.

Even if Kagome was meant to fix them of any wounds.

Shiro himself witnessed this one time—he still hadn't gotten that piercing yelp out of his head nor could he forget scarlet color dribbling from Kagome's cheek and four tears gaping in her sleeve. Shiro still remembered her sprawling across the tiled floor, bowing under the soldier's snarling. He launched after that Galran, his white teeth bare, and made it as far as to slam him against the wall, before the droids plucked him away and threw him into his cell.

Funnily enough Shiro recalled he never got any penalty for doing such actions against a Galran soldier. Instead he got that piece of garbage into trouble, because apparently one weren't to mistreat a Healer, especially those already popular with many a Galran and gladiators. He laughed then, when he learned of this from the shame-faced Kagome the following day as she tended to the bruises he got from being thrown rudely into his cramped room.

But, that strange sense of obsession of the Healer grew from that day.

If Shiro hadn't been enamored by Kagome then, then he already had his heart set on her.

It was the reason why it broke him to leave the poor woman behind, and shattered him beyond when he learned of a peculiar injury Kagome sustained for assisting his escape. Her right eyesight was the price for his freedom, forever hidden under the curtain of her hair. The said price, it seemed, also included his heart.

Guilt drove him to be greedy of her presence. Desire brought him to want her everything. And, to obsess over her smiles—her happiness.

The fact that it was Lance managed to break out what must be Kagome's first real smile in years, chafed him. Shiro clenched his teeth, the thoughts boiling him alive. Without a second thought, he turned and pushed her against the wall. Cornering her with his board shoulders broaching her sight, he slammed a fist on the surface above her and gave out a stressed grunt.

Kagome squeaked, jolting from Shiro's threatening actions, "Shiro?!" She couldn't help the trembles that blanketed over her body, as the sight was familiar. She didn't like it, and found herself warring over that it was Shiro, the very person who she most cared for from their time on that hell ship.

Shiro tightened his fist, the back of his jaws started to ache, "Kagome." He thinned his lips, trying to figure out what to say. Her eye blinked up from under him, confused and wide—she was so delicate.

Kagome pulsed her lips, briefly wetting her lips. Gulping down the swelling fear and tugged absently at her gloves she tried to remind herself that this was Shiro—he would never hurt her. Shiro's eyes seemed to have heated at this little action.

There was a warm weight on her lips, with sharp angular fingers gripping at her chin. She barely registered it was a kiss, when that weight became heavier and more insistent. Her lungs started to burn. Her fists darted up to bat on Shiro's chest, with a muffled cry of his name.

They parted, his eyes glinting with triumphs, as they both panted for oxygen. Shiro didn't move far and left little space in between them, his grip on her head slipped into a soft pet trailing down from her temper to the tender column of her neck, "By the gods, Kagome." He whispered.

Barely managing to stop a flinch she furrowed her brow, the confusion replacing the fear she previously felt, "Shiro…? Why—?" Kagome twisted his shirt into her hands, wondering if she should push him away to keep some distance, or to allow this to continue.

Shushing her Shiro sighed, lowering to nuzzle into her hair. "I really want to be gentle with you right now, but you're making it impossible." His prosthetic hand clamped on her slender shoulder.

He wasn't letting her go.