Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Voltron characters. This is a "for fun only" story.
Setting & Rating: Takes place sometime during the Go Lion original series. Rating of Teen but hardly even that as it's very mild.
Chapter Four: Hatching a Plan
Back to present time with Keith napping in the library and Allura on the way.
Allura hummed softly to herself as she left Pidge and Cheddar in the hallway. She was looking forward to having cheesecake tonight herself. She was just deciding if she would have chocolate or strawberry sauce on her slice when the door to the library swished open and she entered. She was still humming as she headed over to the bookcase containing some maps of land of the far-side of Arus. Her hand had just reached out for a volume when, from the corner of her eye, she noticed Keith asleep in the chair.
Her breath caught in her throat and her hand froze in mid-air and she could hear her own heartbeat. Her hand dropped slowly to her side and she turned her body towards him. She took this time to gaze at him as he slept. She didn't even blush about it, after all, she had watched him sleep far too many times in the castle hospital. Those had been times of stress for her and ultimately relief and joy since he had lived. The four non-Arusian pilots had put their lives on the line many times for her planet, and in the case of Keith, he had put his more often than his teammates on the line for her personally.
Her brow wrinkled as she thought about what she should do now. This was the first time she had been alone with him in weeks. He had made it a point to always be in a room with someone else when they were together. She wondered if this was part of his self-imposed punishment for the behavior he thought of as inappropriate. She almost growled out loud in frustration as she thought of how self-righteous he had been and not allowing her to explain anything, not that she wanted to say that she had hung the mistletoe, but she was willing to admit that she had planned the kiss on the lips. She never had the chance… She needed the chance… She thought for a few moments and then she had a plan.
Allura moved quickly to the ottoman in just a few strides and pushed Keith's legs off of it. He awoke with a start and a glare as he looked to see who was there. When his dark eyes landed on Allura with her own glare and crossed arms, they widened in alarm as he realized they were alone in the library. How long had he been asleep? How long had she been in the library? He glanced at his watch, saw the time and stood up abruptly and said, "My patrol shift is in 20 minutes, I've got to run."
"Not so fast Commander," Allura said with authority as she moved to block his path. "You've been avoiding me and discussing what happened a few weeks ago, and I. AM. TIRED. OF. IT."
Keith turned his gaze towards the floor, not bothering to deny it, after all, what was the point, it was true. His unsure gaze returned to her beautiful but stern face. "I still have Lion patrol. I do have to go."
"Yes, I'm sure you really do have Lion patrol. You've put yourself on it more than anyone else," the Princess said as her tone expressed her irritation and displeasure, "and I noticed that I never have the shift before or after you, so you never have to see me to get a report or to report to. It's worked up until now. I WILL be waiting for you in Castle Control when you get off of patrol. You will NOT avoid me. If I have to make it a royal order, I will. Do I need to do that Commander?"
Keith had rarely seen her so angry. Her arms were now crossed in front of her and she was glaring at him even more than she had been before; she was awaiting an answer. He shook his head from side to side, causing his dark hair to move forward framing his face. "No, you don't have to make it an order. I'll see you at Castle Control after my patrol." Only after he said this did she move to the side to allow him to pass. He could feel her eyes boring into his back, he didn't look back as he was sure she was scowling. He would have been surprised to see that she was smiling.