A/N

I appreciate that everyone loved the last chapter so much. I got a lot of great feedback and I really appreciate it. Hopefully, some of your musings and questions will be answered with this chapter. This story is still a work in progress, and not completely done yet.

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Chapter 6

Allura? Her scent filled his nostrils. With a groan, Keith tried to turn over, but was unable to. He lay wedged between the side of the chair and something soft and warm. Opening one eye, he looked up and saw the walls of bookshelves. He shook his head in bemusement. The library? What am I doing in the library? he thought. The events of last night came rushing back: the battle, the powerless castle, the library. Breathing deeply, he was once again inundated by her sweet pea scent. Why was it so strong? His body pumped to life as it always did whenever he sensed her near.

Princess? The thought repeated in his head. As his mind cleared from its sleepy fog, Keith tried to sit up again, but he couldn't because of that strange weight pressed against his side. Glancing down, he startled to see Allura curled up against him, her arm wrapped securely around his waist. What was she doing next to him? Looking around frantically, he saw that the room was empty of people; only blankets and pillows strewn around the room indicated that the rest of the team had been there.

Keith's comm beeped. Stretching to grab it from a nearby table, he keyed it on to retrieve the message before it woke the still sleeping princess. It was a text message from Lance.

Hey Cap, the message read. Hunk and Pidge are working on getting the generators back online. I'm about to go out on patrol. I just checked in with Koran who is in Castle Control. He mentioned that Nanny is in the kitchen trying to put together breakfast with no power. You, my friend, are alone with the princess. Take advantage. Do something I would do. Hurry, you don't have much time. - Lance PS don't be mad I left. I have needs, too. :9

Keith shook his head as he often did whenever the Red Lion pilot felt the need to interfere in his love life. Chuckling wryly, he glanced down again at the sleeping princess. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, even in sleep. Her long golden hair cascaded around her shoulders, falling across his chest as she slept. Her eyes were closed, her long, dark lashes casting shadows across her slightly flushed cheeks. Caressing her face with his eyes, Keith let his gaze flit to her full, pert lips. His mouth suddenly went dry for her. Having tasted her a few times, he felt like he could never get enough. She was the only thing that could quench his thirst. What would it hurt? Opportunities were few and far between. Licking his lips in anticipation, he lowered his head to hers.

Allura felt like she was in a dream. Waking slowly, she felt the planes of a rock hard body pressed against her curves. Then suddenly, something soft and wet pressed against her lips. She sighed softly as a mouth danced over hers, nudging gently for access. When her lips parted, his tongue swept inside, inviting hers to join his in an intimately sensual dance. Realizing suddenly that she wasn't dreaming, Allura blinked her eyes open. She found Keith gazing at her as he kissed her, his dark eyes black as midnight, intense and smoldering. "Keith?" she moaned between kisses.

"Shhhhh! Don't talk," he whispered, placing a feather light kiss near her ear. "We don't have much time. We are alone, but I don't know for how long." Keith gazed into her blue eyes, his need for her evident.

Barely contained desire flamed to life. Her arms encircled his neck, pulling him so he was only a breath away. "Then kiss me," she breathed.

The princess didn't have to ask twice. Keith's lips crashed into hers, his mouth devouring her lips with an urgency that neither felt before. As they consumed each other, the blankets fell away and they had only the heat between them. It was all they needed to thwart the cold of the room.

Keith turned so he was with his back against the chair. Pulling Allura with him, he moved her up his body, never breaking the contact of their lips. Soon she straddled his lap, her need pressing against his.

She could feel him through their thick clothes, his erection evident between her legs. She pressed her body tighter against him and he groaned in response. Running her hands along his chest, she reached around and let his thick hair slide through her long fingers. Groaning, she purred as he ravaged her.

The commander was losing control, and for the first time in a long time, he didn't care. He needed this. He needed her. Pulling gently back from her, he breathed raggedly. Looking up into her desire-filled eyes, Keith saw the same need mirrored back at him.

"Make love to me, Keith," Allura begged, against his mouth. "I need to feel you. Please, Keith."

Breathing harder as his body tightened further to her request, he replied, "Not here, Allura. Not like this." He ran his hands up his arms and settled his battle hardened hands on her shoulders. "There isn't enough time."

"Please," she begged again. "I'm dying. I need this; I need you." She writhed as his hands moved from her shoulders to her chest, unbuttoning the first few buttons on her pajama top. Feeling liquid heat flow to her nether regions as her breasts were exposed, she rotated her pelvis against him harder. A moan rumbled from deep in his chest in response. She reached for the waistband of his sweatpants

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"Not yet," Keith insisted. "Not here." Not able to take the pressure of her against his groin anymore, he got up suddenly. Lifting her with him, he laid her gently on one of the couches. Letting her go, he pulled back and sat on his haunches. "Soon, Princess, soon. I promise." Just as he was about to lean in to taste her neck, Keith's comm beeped indicating an incoming text message. Cursing under his breath, he picked up his comm. Glancing at the princess, he muttered, "It's from Lance." He read Lance's message aloud. "Hunk and Pidge just about have one of the generators back online. Koran is on his way. Be warned. Get your clothes back on."

Flushing slightly at the insinuation, Allura giggled nervously as she quickly buttoned her shirt. "Well, unfortunately, we don't have to worry about that this time." Her blue eyes roved up and down Keith's hard body, sending a thrill down her spine at the thought of being intimately close to him. "Next time..." She bit her lips at the thought.

Sighing heavily, Keith closed his eyes, trying to will the last of his lingering lustful thoughts away. "Next time," he repeated quietly in confirmation as he fought to calm his body, just as the door to the library swished open.

"Princess? Commander? Are you awake?" Koran's voice entered the room before he did.

"Yes, Koran, we woke up just a little bit ago," Allura confirmed as she tried to straighten her messy, tangled hair and rumpled pajamas.

"Ah good, Princess," Koran replied. Catching a glimpse of her disheveled appearance, the advisor stopped short. Allura's golden hair lay in tangled curls around her slim shoulders. That fact and the rumpled state of her pajamas could have been dismissed as caused by an uncomfortable night's sleep. It was her heavy breathing, flushed face, and swollen lips that took the advisor by surprise. Glancing over at Keith, Koran saw that the commander too was in a similar state.

Was something going on? Had he interrupted something? Koran knew that the two were close. He also sensed a strong physical attraction between the two. Had they acted on it? He studied Keith carefully. Koran noticed the commander shift uncomfortably under the intense perusal. Surely, the commander would never... but then again, his charge was beautiful and desirable. He couldn't imagine any red-blooded male not lusting after her, including the normally dispassionate commander. His insides bristled as his paternal instincts kicked in. "Commander, Pidge and Hunk have the generator that powers Control, shields, and defense back in working order. I need your assistance in Castle Control to oversee bringing our defense system back online. Would you please dress and help me out with that?" he asked, a little too brusquely.

"Of course, Koran," Keith acknowledged with a little bit of an edge to his words, noticing the tension in the advisor's voice. Did Koran suspect? Turning to the princess, Keith took in her disheveled and flushed appearance. Shit. He could see what had alarmed Koran. The princess looked like she had been kissed breathless. He fought the urge to smirk in satisfaction at being the cause of her breathless state. Trying to act as normally as possible, he turned to Allura and raised his chin. His eyes screamed a warning. "Princess, I will see you later. Once power is back, we will need to have Lion practice and get the Lions back to their lairs."

"Of course, Keith," Allura nodded. She caught the stress in Koran's voice and the imperceptible message in Keith's black eyes. Offering a tight smile in acknowledgement, she held his gaze a moment longer before she broke the connection and turned to Koran. "What of me, Koran?"

"Nanny is looking for you," Koran stated sternly. "Why don't you go get dressed in your chambers and then go and help Nanny in the kitchens? She could use an extra set of hands there."

"Sounds good, Koran." Gathering up her blankets and outerwear, she curtseyed to Koran before she left the room. "See you later," she called over her shoulder.

Keith watched her go. "She's lovely, isn't she?" a quiet voice asked in Keith's ear. He turned to find Koran watching him closely.

Furrowing his brows, Keith looked at Koran with caution. Not sure of what to say, he simply agreed. "She is, yes."

"It's one of the reasons we have to protect her, Keith," Koran continued. "Not only from Lotor, but also from others who seek to take advantage of that beauty."

Keith spun to face Koran suddenly. "What are you saying, Koran?" A lick of anger lit Keith's eyes.

"Nothing, Keith," Koran said, a knowing look in his caramel eyes. "Just an old man rambling on. Come now. Let's get moving and get things back up and running. We don't know how long Doom's hiatus will last." Turning on his heel, Koran left the library and turned down the hall in the direction of Control.

Keith sat back down on the couch as he felt all tension leave his body. He would have to keep an eye on Koran. He would also have to watch his interactions with Allura more carefully than he did before. Sighing, he stood and gathered his comforter and his other things before heading to his quarters. After his crazy morning, a cold shower was needed to both calm his body and clear his head. With his source of heat gone, he was guaranteed to get both.