( OPEN ) don't let the sound of your own wheels make you crazy

[bayarm]

WHO: shiro & various
WHERE: around bajikan
WHEN: spread over the duration of the fleet's stay in orbit
WHAT: shiro has a series of Good Days™
WARNINGS: naps happen. and an awkward boner, too.

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[juniberries]

[A small shiver rolls down her spine, beyond means of control, when she feels the warmth of his hand press atop hers. And when he removes it, the sensation of skin against skin still lingers, like a shadow, and she feels her pulse quicken, her cheeks beginning to glow slightly with a blush.

Is she...embarrassed? Flustered? It's difficult to think, so she moves her hand away from his leg despite longing to touch him more for no reason why beyond simply wanting that contact, instead balling her hands in her lap, shifting slightly to try to calm an embarrassing urge, to ignore the twine of tension pressing against her core.

It feels like she's an adolescent again in the midst of dealing with confusing feelings, so she reaches for her drink, taking a longer sip to clear her dry throat, and taking another skewer of meat decked with flowers as means of distraction.

But the way he smiles at her-- She smiles back, cheeks still flushed a dull pink. And her hand may have moved from him for the moment, but her thigh is still pressing flush against his, for the sake of contact.]

As loathe as I am to be here, I...am glad. Fate seems to continuously bring us together--

But it is for a reason, don't you think? We make a good partnership, you and I, even in the wake of chaos.

[bayarm]

[ she moves her hand, and while her thigh remains pressed against his, shiro feels the absence of her touch, the sudden lack of warmth where her hand had been. he wants her hand back; he wants it higher up his thigh or between his legs where his cock is swelling at the thought of allura touching him.

shiro drags in a deep breath. keeping himself in check, right. it's not that he's unaware of the fact that allura is a beautiful woman, but until now, he hadn't really thought of her in that light, thought of her as anything but an ally, a commanding officer maybe, a fellow fighter in the war against the galra. he doesn't even remember the last time when he'd really thought of sex with anyone specific, and now he can't stop imagining it with her.

it's enough to leave his mouth dry, and so he takes another sip of her drink and then another, and forces his voice to remain even. ]

I'm not sure there's a reason for these things, or if there is, I doubt fate has anything to do with it. [ a malfunction, or the crew deliberately abducting them to the eluvio and lying about it. one of the two — after everything, shiro isn't so sure he believes in fate at all. ]

We do.