[ It's so much that she glowing in the same manner when she calls upon her quintessence, the effect of the drug amplifying the Altean's subtler physiological reactions to desire. As the drug works through her veins, her hair takes on little gold flecks running down the silver strands, appearing here and there, thus giving the effect of fireflies dancing about her. The scent of her skin starts to lean towards the sweeter side of floral. An Altean partner would note it and know how to respond, and lately, Galrans have learned as well. Allura is not aware of how Earthlings would respond -- and she hopes that however her body is behaving, it would not be something that Shiro would be frightened by.
How it would affect him, however, she does not now.
Her eyes follow his gestures, and she finds herself too aware of how the muscles under his skin move, the sound of his breathing. She closes her eyes again to focus on the matter at hand and not to find too much pleasure over what she is seeing.
Soon as Shiro is on his knees, the restraints slither and snap around his arms and chest like rabid, ravenous snakes, resuming their previous position as if they had never been taken off at all. Allura crouches down, just so she is looking down at him. For the act, for the sake of the act. I am in control, and he is my slave. That's how it's supposed to be...
Allura brings her hand, warm and sweet, to the side of Shiro's face, tracing a thumb over his cheek. He will have very little warning save for a low and quick -- ]
Bite me.
[ -- before her fingers slide to grip at his hair to force his head back to kiss him -- or rather, get her lips and her teeth on whatever part of his face; because he is not supposed to be enjoying this. He said "no". He said he will fight, and here she is insulting his dignity with misplaced, drug-induced desire. ]
if this isn't cool, just say the word!
How it would affect him, however, she does not now.
Her eyes follow his gestures, and she finds herself too aware of how the muscles under his skin move, the sound of his breathing. She closes her eyes again to focus on the matter at hand and not to find too much pleasure over what she is seeing.
Soon as Shiro is on his knees, the restraints slither and snap around his arms and chest like rabid, ravenous snakes, resuming their previous position as if they had never been taken off at all. Allura crouches down, just so she is looking down at him. For the act, for the sake of the act. I am in control, and he is my slave. That's how it's supposed to be...
Allura brings her hand, warm and sweet, to the side of Shiro's face, tracing a thumb over his cheek. He will have very little warning save for a low and quick -- ]
Bite me.
[ -- before her fingers slide to grip at his hair to force his head back to kiss him -- or rather, get her lips and her teeth on whatever part of his face; because he is not supposed to be enjoying this. He said "no". He said he will fight, and here she is insulting his dignity with misplaced, drug-induced desire. ]