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Secret dating et al

SECRET dating;

The fact that you're in a relationship with this person isn't public knowledge. Actually, no one knows about it except for the people involved. Maybe you guys are just private like that; on the other hand, it may be a necessity to keep things a secret from others. Maybe you're both team mates, and others on the team would give you grief, or you're not suppose to be dating, or you're not the type to usually date and you're only testing the waters. Perhaps it's the combination of you two, possibly an odd couple, that would bring some controversy or some teasing. Or, you know, you could not want to deal with friends and relatives being busybodies. Your reasons are your own.

Are you content with stealing moments to be together as a couple? Do you want to make your relationship known and the fact that you can't drives you batty? Remember, there are lots of benefits to dating in secret. You can be yourselves completely, away from prying eyes, and get to know each other better as potential longterm romantic partners. In a way, it's ideal.

...still, do you ever wish you could scream from the rooftops how much you care for your significant other?

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[It's a mutual decision on both their parts, knowing that a known relationship between the Princess of Altea and a Paladin of Voltron (the Black Paladin no less), would be nothing short of problematic. It would give enemies in the know more cannon fodder to target Shiro in the heat of battle, and the notion that Allura's own stake in Voltron is not only due to the legacy of her people and the safety of the universe, but something much more immediately personal would...well, it would certainly not fair well. For either of them.

And it's not something the rest of the team should know either. Coran, as loving and as caring of a man he is, would certainly give her an earful as the royal advisor, and as for the others the concern is less about the teasing (which is, admittedly, also a factor) and more about whether or not they'd misinterpret some of her actions as favouring Shiro's opinions as a lover as opposed to him being the decisive head of Voltron.

And while there are times her heart aches and longs to be more open about their relationship, to keep from having to skirt around each other in public, to be able to reach out to him, wake up next to him in the same bed without having to tiptoe around at night like teenagers, there's also a certain thrill to it. She's always known she wasn't going to have a normal sort of relationship, so, may as well make the most of what she currently has.

It's one of those quiet lulls in the evening at the Castle of Lions. Everyone else is doing their own thing to settle down, and Allura, hair damp from having just finished showering, finds Shiro sitting in one of the main rooms, with either a tablet or book in hand. She almost walks past him, the more sensible part of her knowing she should wait until everyone else has retreated to their rooms, but the temptation is too great, the peacefulness of a quiet evening giving her a sense of security and, in knowing that the room is at least empty for now, she may as well take advantage of it.

She approaches him from behind, touching his shoulder gently to alert him to her presence before wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a lax, comfortable embrace, chin resting on his shoulder to look at whatever it is he's reading.]

It's been quiet today.

[The decision to keep things secret was mutual and he agrees with all the points. But there's one more he doesn't bring up even if it matters to him. Because - she's a princess. Or a queen really. And one day she'll marry someone royal and do all the things that royal people do. And she doesn't need his memory attached to her future life.

Right now, they're almost on equal footing. She's royal and he's just a pilot but she's a royal with only a space ship to her name and a kingdom of six. A few more if you count the mice which he supposes he does. It's not always going to be that way though. One day, the galaxy will have peace. He doesn't let himself think about the alternative. And when it does have peace, when evil is destroyed and wiped from the stars - she'll be more than a princess in an empty ship without a home planet. Her title will mean more. His title, as proud as he is of it, never will. When the galaxy has peace... he supposes he'll go home. To earth. And maybe Earth will make contact with the greater universe and expand or maybe it won't but - but a peaceful future goes two different directions for them. And hers doesn't need the baggage of his ghost on it.

She doesn't need the baggage of someone that's wearing Galra tech embedded in him.

She knows him though, knows that he needs the subtle warning before she wraps her arms around him. Not because he doesn't love having her arms around him. There's nothing in the entire galaxy like having Allura's arms, strong and soft, around him. But - he hasn't left his time as 'Champion' behind, not buried deep where he can't shake it and sudden touches jerk sudden reactions out of him. The last thing he would ever want to do is react and hurt her.

It is a quiet evening though, at the end of a surprisingly quiet day, and he's reading old poetry, something Coran found for him in the archives. Old Altean. Its a mellow feeling and somehow the tap of her fingers and then the slide of her arms just makes the peace settle that much more thickly over him. His lips relax into a quiet smile and he hums in answer, keeping the tablet up so she can read over his shoulder. His good hand, the human one, comes up to curl fingers lightly over the link of her wrists. Maybe he should say something about the fact they're not in a private room but he can't bring himself to care when the air is so rich and full of her light flower scent and her chin is resting on his shoulder. His voice is low to match the mood.]

It's been nice. Even caught Keith and Lance sitting in the same room and not bickering.

[Allura is well aware that they are technically not in private, but the current quiet state of the castle make this moment, at the very least, feel private. She knows that Coran is down in the lower levels tending to the pods, and as for the others, they aren't exactly the most quiet when moving about the ship. So for now, she's taking advantage of this, and perhaps indulging in a small thrill that comes from having something secret out in the open.

She's half reading the old poetry Shiro's looking at, bright eyes flicking over the familiar text that's she used to have memorized lifetimes ago, still stumbling over certain words that no longer appeared in the more modern Altean language or have taken on new meaning. But, the rest of her attention is entirely on him, the way he relaxes around her, the gentle and warm touch at her wrist, and for a tick she imagines their situation as entirely normal, that the galaxy is safe, that her responsibilities are as they had been before the war started, and that this courtship is normal, acceptable...

But the low vibration of his voice brings her back to reality.]

That...explains a lot. I suppose we should take advantage of such a small victory. [She presses a light, fleeting kiss at his jawline.]

Is this all you've been up to today? Reading old poetry?

[Shiro would be lying if he didn't admit there was a bit of a thrill about risking being found but he tries not to listen to that. More important than that is keeping her safe and that extends to her reputation, or maybe rather the persona she has to wear so often and will have to wear more in the future once the galaxy is safe again.

He still feels the little thrill down his spine when her lips touch his jaw and her loose strands of hair fall over his forehead. With their backs to the door like this anyone walking in could assume she was simply leaning on the couch to read over his shoulder. Or that's what he tells himself.

His eyes fall shut at the butterfly brush of her lips and he inhales, feeling tension he always carries bleed out of his shoulders a little. She can kick his ass - and she brings him the most amazing peace and softness. His jaw tips, just a little, toward her.]

Maybe. [His lips smile though and he doesn't open his eyes. He's only reading the poetry because of her. He wants to understand where she came from and poetry seems like a good place to find a culture's heart.] A little practice with Black. Some time in the training room. Went exploring the castle a bit more. Checked out some star charts. [His shoulders shrug and his thumb rubs soft circles on the warm skin of her inside wrist.] You?

[There's a certain satisfaction in knowing that her presence helps him relax, that, at the end of the day regardless of how easy or how difficult of a day it may be, the moment they're together it's as though they could momentarily ignore the weight of the galaxy on their shoulders. Or, at least, that's how it feels to her.

As he tips his jaw to her, she responds in kind, kissing him once more as he speaks, trailing down to rest at the crook of his neck, listening intently to what he has to say and feeling the vibration of his voice against her lips. She nips lightly at his skin to leave a fleeting mark (everything about what they did has to be fleeting, after all) and pulls back, straightening her posture and pulling her arms back to rest her hands at his shoulders now, giving him a light squeeze.]

Looking through some old documents and files Coran found in the archives. [She removes herself from him, only momentarily, to walk around from behind the couch to take a seat next to him instead.] They...weren't exactly useful, but it was nice reading through old resources my father had left behind.

[His smile spreads when she follows his silent hope with kisses, feeling stupid and silly and young. Its a strange feeling, one he doesn't feel often these days but he cherishes it.

And the little nip sends heat down his skin on that side and he rumbles something low and quiet in response.

He inhales like someone waking up when she draws back though, dark eyes opening a little hazy and his head turns, dusts a quick kiss over the back of one of her hands before she moves away and he watches her. She's incredibly beautiful but he loves the way she moves. There's an automatic shift of his leg when she sits next to him, a press of his thigh against hers and his human hand shifts to find her fingertips with his own.

They're both homesick. But at least he has a home to go back to when this is all over. He wishes he could carry the ache of being one of the last on his own shoulders for her but he knows he can't. All he can do is be there as she carries it.

And be distracting.]

What were you looking for?

[As his fingertips find hers, she responds by taking his hand, twining her fingers between his own to hold. Upon mentioning her father, the loss of not only his memories, but of him, of her planet, seems to clench in her chest, and she distracts herself by squeezing Shiro's hand, running her thumb back and forth in a soothing, rhythmic motion. She leans into the solid build of his body, resting her head on his shoulder.]

Anything, really. [She looks down at their joined hands, feeling the small pulse of quintessence beneath his skin, tuning herself in to the sound of his breathing while still trying to divide her attention to at least remain a bit on guard on the off-chance of anyone walking in on them.] Mainly things from before the war, or...anything else he may have left behind for me to find.

[He feels her sadness and its heavy in his own chest. But its a soft heaviness, not one that's hard to bear. Because its hers and its a part of her. Her head on his shoulder is sweet to his heart and he turns his head to press a kiss to her hair before rubbing his cheek over that silk softness, a nuzzle that ends with his jaw resting against her, his eyes open so he can catch movement from the hallway from one of them if it happens. His hand closed warm and strong around hers, quietly promising he's there, he's for her, careful not to stop the motion of her thumb.]

He did his best to provide for you. [If she wants to talk about her father, he'll let her talk. And if she wants to talk about something else he will. In these rare quiet moments he doesn't really care what is said, just as long as he can listen to her voice and be there for her. He gives up his vigil of the hall for a moment to duck his head, press a lingering kiss to her hand that's intertwined with his. He loves being able to touch her.] I'm glad you grew up with that kind of love.

[She seems to sink into him more and more as they sit like this, and the way he nuzzles against her hair, the gentle weight of him against her, she finds herself losing track of time and, admittedly, losing focus on the chance of keeping an ear out for the sound of anyone approaching. There is, after all, little that could be said in excuse with the way they're currently seated but...she trusts Shiro to be keeping a lookout as well.

There's still a weight that lingers at the thought of her father, but sitting next to Shiro...it feels more manageable, something she can talk about, even if he had never known the man himself. Her thumb stills, and she feels that weight lessen even more as Shiro kisses her hand, heart catching instead at a fonder feeling.]

I was lucky to have grown up with him. He was...a good man. [Her gaze lingers thoughtfully at their hands, before turning to look up at Shiro.] I wish you could have met him. The real him.

He would have liked you.

[Without unlinking their hands, he finally gives in and slips that arm around her shoulders, pulls her gently into the protection of his side. She's always incredibly strong, with an amazing amount of fortitude and grace, but - he thinks its important for her to be soft and vulnerable sometimes too. She may be a title and a lineage but she's also human and he's amazed by how well she balances the myriad of things she's required to be with who she is. His smile is soft for her and he gives up his vigilance of the hallway entirely for a moment to lower his head, resting his forehead against hers. His other hand lifts, almost touches her cheek with metal fingers and then settles against her hair instead.]

Considering who you've grown up to be and the way you love him, I would have liked him too.

[His lips shifted, slipped a little crooked into a smile.]

Though I don't know if he would have liked the fact I'm canoodling with you right now.

[She's...glad to fall into this ease. To fall into him, and pretend as though this were normal, that the weight of the world that vanishes from her shoulders during these moments stays gone when she opens her eyes, that the two of them can stay like this without having to fear discovery and the consequences of pursuing a relationship like this during times of strife.

She practically melts into him, cuddling further and eyes fluttering shut as she rests her head against his, pulling back only to see that crooked smile that makes her heart skip two ticks of a beat, and the hand that had been holding his wraps around his waist, and she rests her head at the crook of his neck, allowing herself to feel secure against him, even if she knows she should be the one who acts as a pillar of strength.

But around him, she feels she can let that go. At least for a little while.

There's a light laugh, smiling gently.]

Probably not. He'd scold us, tell us it's inappropriate.

[It's said lightly though, just imagining a scenario where things are normal, where it's only worrying about her father catching them with only the consequence of his amusing, yet disapproving gaze.]

"Canoodling"... [She repeats the word, it's foreign to her, but even she knows it sounds silly.] Is that what they call this on Earth?

[He likes being her pillar of strength. It means she trusts him enough to let go. She can be strong for everyone else, and for him when the situation calls for, but otherwise - he likes being able to be there for her. It's something he can do right and it feels good. Her cuddling in has his smile relaxing and going softer and he hums a sound as he moves his head again, tucking his chin over the top of her head so he can keep that one eye on the door again even as he wraps his arm a bit more securely around her. Her question had him chuckling a sound though. He'd used the silly word to distract her from her melancholy thoughts and he's glad to see she picked up on it. He shrugs though, pretending there was no ulterior motive and looks down at her, though his grin probably gives away his teasing.]

Canoodling. Sure. What else would you call it?

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Secret dating et al

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i can't be the only one that doesn't think her dad is dead can I?

he probably has more AIs up his sleeve at least!! or something, maybe.

was thinking more that the Galra that turned off the shields had a familiar beard