Part 2
Stepping gingerly out of his shower, Keith grimaced as he reached for the thick, plush towel hanging adjacent to his sink. Wrapping the towel around his slim waist, the commander glanced at his reflection in the mirror. Running a hand through his wet, raven hair, he gave a start when he noticed the bruises and abrasions along his chest and abdomen. Left bruised and battered from his afternoon of intense sparring with Sven, Keith wanted nothing more than to collapse into his bed and hope that sleep found him quickly.
Walking into his bedroom, he headed to his dresser. Knowing that none of the guys were around to stop by and Lotor was too hurt to attack this soon, he decided to keep things simple. Dropping the towel to the floor, he opened the top drawer and pulled out nothing but a soft pair of black and red flannel pajama pants. Pulling them on, Keith relished for a moment the rare comfort he allowed himself.
Scooping the wet towel from the floor where he had dropped it, he rubbed the soft fabric against his wet hair. When a soft knock came on his chamber door, he grimaced at himself in the mirror as he settled the towel across his shoulders. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was just after ten. Now who could that be? He thought to himself. I figured Sven was off to bed with his wife. Walking over, he pressed the button that opened the door.
Keith came to an abrupt stop when the door swished quietly open. Standing directly in front him was the most stunning image he had ever laid eyes on. Immediately, his pulse quickened as it always did when she was near. Taking in her appearance, he felt his breath hitch as his eyes, of their own accord, roved up and down the fair form of lovely Princess Allura.
Standing demurely and quietly in the hallway, Allura appeared as a pink-clad angel. Though her satin robe covered her modestly, Keith could not help but notice the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts encased in the form-fitting nightwear. As his eyes made their way up to her heartbreakingly beautiful face, he found himself staring into large, doe-like azure eyes. It was only when she blinked her long dark lashes that the spell was temporarily broken. "Princess?" he managed to breathe out quietly.
Allura stood as still as a statue, caught completely off guard by what she found behind Keith's closed door. Having felt confident only moments before, the princess of Arus felt her resolve melt away the moment his door slid open. Clad only in a pair of low slung pajama pants, Allura found herself face to face with her secret fantasy. Letting her eyes slide over him, she took in his broad shoulders, perfectly formed pectorals, and washboard abdominals. As her eyes travelled down his fit physique, she took in the deep V that disappeared into his low slung pants and led to…. A wash of desire flooded her already heated and intoxicated body. Shaking her head to pull herself out of her daze, she blinked and took a deep shuddering breath. As she pulled her eyes back up to his face, she heard him quietly call out her title a second time.
Allura stood staring at her commander for what felt like an eternity. Gulping audibly, she felt her throat go suddenly dry at the true reason for her visit. Remembering her cousin's challenge, the princess noticed the towel slung casually around Keith's shoulders. Without uttering a word and throwing caution to the wind, she reached out and grabbed both ends of the towel. With a strength and swiftness that she did not know she had, she forcefully pulled Keith toward her.
Completely confused by Allura's unannounced visit outside his door, Keith felt his head cloud with bemusement as a determined look flashed across her beautiful face. She reached out to grab both ends of the towel slung around his neck. Without warning, the commander of the Voltron Force found himself being pulled toward the beautiful princess of Arus. "What the hell…? Allura?" he questioned as the inches between the two quickly disappeared.
"Keith, there is something I need to do," the princess whispered quietly, ignoring his questioning outburst. Lifting herself up onto her toes, Allura did not allow the look of confusion or disbelief that flashed across his handsome face keep her from her objective. Before Keith had a chance to react, she lifted her head, her blue eyes fixated on his full lips. His mouth was slightly open and she felt him let out a startled gasp when he realized her intent.
With the gentlest of pressure, Allura pressed her mouth to her commander's. Suddenly lost in the feeling of his mouth against hers, Allura breathed out, her lips parting at the softness she felt. She allowed herself a few precious seconds of contact against him before she suddenly pulled back. Glancing up into his dark eyes through her lashes, she waited anxiously for his reaction.
Keith stood as rigid as a statue. HIs eyes were closed, but his breathing was hard and ragged. Slowly, he lifted a hand to his lips, where only a second before the princess had kissed him gently. Suddenly, his eyes flew open, an intense fire lighting them from within. With a swift unexpected movement, Keith suddenly reached out and grabbed Allura's wrist.
Pulling gently but with purpose, Keith quickly tugged the princess toward him, moving them backward and deeper into his room. Suddenly his arms came around her like steel bands and he pulled her snugly against his hard, muscular body. Vaguely aware of his bedroom door sliding quietly shut, Keith forgot all rational thought. His mind only wanted one thing: to claim the princess's mouth for a second time.
Allura nearly lost her balance as she was pulled into the commander's strong embrace. With barely a moment to realize what was happening, she felt Keith's lips on hers again. The moment those lips pressed against her own, she was completely lost. The princess completely melted into the commander, her body molding against his.
With his lust and desire in control, Keith kissed the princess breathless. HIs lips moved against hers, gently at first, then with increasing demand and pressure. When her lips parted slightly, he took advantage and gently probed her tongue with his, encouraging a more sensual dance. She responded with a lustful sigh, and he reacted in kind, kissing her longer and more deeply.
Time seemed to stand still as the princess and commander remained locked in their passionate embrace. Unaware of anything but each other, the both jumped suddenly when Keith's chronograph chimed the time of 22:30. Breathing heavily, they both stared at each other as they stepped back in wide-eyed confusion and bemusement at what had just happened between them.
Keith could not help but stare at the princess. She looked like she had been kissed thoroughly. Her lips were pink and swollen from his kisses. With a pink flush on her face and neck that disappeared into the neckline of her satin nightgown, the princess's chest heaved as she fought to control her breathing and pounding heart. The tie to her robe had loosened and Keith couldn't help but notice just how transparent her nightgown really was. Getting a hold of his thoughts, he finally broke the silence first as raw guilt slithered up his spine. "Princess," he murmured quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am so very sorry about that. I am not sure what came over me."
Lifting her hand to silence his apology, Allura shook her head as she stared back at her commander. A fine sheen of perspiration dotted his bare chest, which highlighted his fine pectorals and washboard abs in the low light. Lifting her hand to reach out and touch him again, she grabbed at the belt of her robe instead. "No, Keith," she began. "You do not owe me an apology. It was me who initiated things..."
Running his hand through his hair, Keith stood in puzzlement as he ran through the last several moments in his head. He heard the knock and opened the door. When he answered it, he was shocked to find Allura standing there. Few words were exchanged and then she grabbed the towel… Obsidian eyes slammed into her azure ones. The commander's demeanor changed. "Why are you here, Princess?" His voice was more brusque; it held an edge of annoyance. He was morphing into commander mode. "You said there was something you needed to do."
Turning away from his penetrating stare, the princess walked toward the door. "And I have done it," she replied simply, offering no further explanation. "Thank you, Commander, good-night."
Keith watched her as she moved to walk toward the closed door. Mixed emotions swirled in his head and in his gut. Annoyance mixed with confusion and lust made for a very discombobulated commander. Shaking his head to try and clear his thoughts and make sense of what the princess was talking about, he gently reached out and grabbed her hand before she could get very far. "Allura," he said, with a softer tone this time. "What are you talking about? What have you done?"
Allura turned back to face Keith, her eyes never leaving their joined hands. Her awareness of him was almost painful. Feeling his hand on hers and knowing what it felt like to kiss him made her want him even more. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she raised her eyes to meet his coal-black gaze. What she saw there was confusion and longing and the need of straight answers. Clearing her throat, she explained, "I needed to kiss you. And I did, thank you very much. It was quite nice…" She found herself rambling as Keith took a step closer to her, his rough, calloused hand coming up to graze her soft cheek.
"Allura, why did you need to kiss me?" the commander asked huskily, tucking a stray piece of silky, golden hair behind her ear.
Suddenly overwhelmed by his proximity, Allura grasped for the words. "I needed to kiss you because Romelle and I were drinking, and playing a game, and she dared me to…" Her voice trailed off when Keith suddenly dropped his hand and took a step back, putting some distance between the two of them.
Keith's heart sank at what Allura had just said. Of course she hadn't shown up at his door because she wanted him or because she cared about him; no, she was there because her cousin had dared her to and she was too stubborn and proud to ever be shown up. Turning away before she could see the hurt and devastation in his eyes, he growled, "Now you have had your kiss. You can run off and share with Romelle your victory. Now please leave."
Taken aback by Keith's abrupt mood swing and dismissal, the princess made no move to leave. She stood looking at his turned back with a pang of guilt and regret. Did she pick up a bit of hurt in his dismissal? "Wait, Keith, please. It wasn't just because of alcohol or Romelle," she called out.
He turned back toward her, anger flashing in his eyes. "What was it then?" Keith snarled. "Because I am not interested in any games." He crossed his muscular arms across his chest. Commander-mode was back, and his stance clearly indicating his annoyance and fury.
Glancing down at her feet, Allura realized she was going to have to tell Keith the truth. Not sure if now was the right time or place, she steeled her nerves and took a deep breath. "Because it is something I have always wanted to do," she admitted quietly. "It's something I have wanted to do for a very long time." Raising her eyes as she took a few tentative steps forward, the princess approached her commander cautiously, hoping to smooth his ruffled feathers and communicate her feelings openly and honestly. As she approached him, he dropped his arms, his bare chest gleaming in the low light. The towel that still lay around his neck, forgotten. Reaching out, the princess pulled the towel from his neck and tossed it to the floor. "The alcohol and Romelle gave me the courage to do what I had wanted to do for a very long time." She reached out her hands tentatively and ran her smooth delicate hands up his biceps where they came to rest on his broad shoulders. She was less than a half meter from him and so she waited.
Keith hesitated for a split second before all rational thought completely left him for the second time that evening. The princess had just admitted that she wanted him, that she wanted to kiss him. Here she was practically throwing herself at him, and what was he waiting for? His teammates were gone, off-world. Sven was otherwise occupied. Nanny was not in the castle. Koran had the overnight watch in castle control and would not be done anytime soon. What was he waiting for? The answer was nothing.
Keith grabbed Allura in a fierce embrace. He pulled her body to his, soft curves molding against his hard muscles. Looking into her beautiful face, all he could see was lust, desire, and longing mixed with something else. He slanted his mouth over hers and consumed her again, tongues fighting for control. When she sighed with desire and leaned more firmly against him in compliant resolve, he lifted her into his arms with a swift swinging motion. Hoisting his beautiful princess as gently as if she was made of the finest crystal, he carried her across the room. With his mouth never leaving hers and his eyes closed in his passionate haze, his feet somehow made it to the door of his bedchamber. The sensor opened to admit him and the princess and then the door closed gently behind them with a soft swish.