What Allura got in return was even better than she'd hoped. One second she
was looking
into his stunned face; and the next she was the recipient of a very long, deep,
stirring kiss
from a gorgeous man who knew exactly how to do it right; who had invaded her
mind
to tempt and tease her in dreams every night even as she tried like hell to
fight her own
secret yearnings. Allura was done fighting. It never occurred to her before how
nice
it would feel to let herself ache for him.
Lotor dragged her across the seat into his lap, shoved his fingers through
her shiny
wealth of hair, holding her head firmly captive, opening her soft mouth with
his and
driving between her sweet lips with his tongue, and by some miracle she didn't
try
to escape. In fact, she was clinging to him and kissing him back with an
instinctive
passion and eager abandon that more than made up for her lack of experience.
And was an incredible turnon.
Allura made a soft, pained sound at the loss when Lotor finally salvaged
enough
of his mind to withdraw his mouth from hers, but even then he couldn't bring
himself to stop kissing her. Brushing his lips across her cheek and resting
them
against her temple, he asked in a raspy-sounding whisper, "You're sure this is
what you want?" He knew he would be her first, and although he wanted so
badly to be the one she chose, he also wanted to earn it from her honestly. He
needed Allura to desire him as much as he did her, of her own free will.
Instead of words, Allura used her mouth to speak for her in a much more
effective way.
Blindly caressing each other, kissing every step of the way, they reached the
small
bedroom at the back of the cruiser. Somehow Lotor flung off his shirt without
releasing
her from his embrace. Allura couldn't stop staring at him, at the rippling
muscles in his
chest and arms. He really did have an amazing physique, even in her wildest
fantasies
she hadn't done him justice.
She remembered the one she'd had earlier in the evening, and confessed with a
shy
smile, "You were right, I WAS checking out your butt."
He grinned back. "Feel free to do that- and more- anytime," he offered
eagerly, gathering
her wonderfully closer to him, running his hands gently over her beautiful
figure with no
resistance from her, which he'd only been able to do in his dreams until now.
"And I
have a confession of my own to make. There's something I've been wondering
about all
night, ever since I first saw you in that sexy little outfit."
"What?"
He curled one hand slowly around her nape, covering the knot that fastened
her dress.
A mischievious twinkle danced behind his golden eyes as he asked, "Is this the
ONLY
thing keeping that dress up?"
She blushed, but smiled at his teasing banter, helplessly excited by his
ardent desire for
her. "Only one way to find out," she replied softly, shocking herself with her
own boldness.
Her courage was rewarded with another lingering kiss.
Lotor wasted no time untying the top of her dress and peeling it away. Her
mouth still
tangled in his, Allura moaned deep in her throat when she felt the warm
strength of his hands
covering her exposed breasts, his nimble fingertips circling the tips that
tingled and hardened
with pleasure at his touch. Lotor finally freed his lips from hers long enough
to gaze reverently
down at her.
"You're perfect," he breathed hotly, just before sealing his mouth to hers
again. Lotor dropped
one hand to her knee, and caressed his way up along the length of her thigh,
taking the hem of
her skirt with him. His kisses trailed down her throat toward her breasts,
while his fingers deftly
unfastened her stockings, searching out the one place he knew would give her
the most intense
pleasure in the shortest time. He'd just slipped his fingers under the elastic
band of her satin
underwear when a loud, insistent noise finally broke through the haze of desire
that
hypnotized his mind.
"What the hell is that?" he growled, his words muffled against her flesh. He
slowly realized
that the sound was coming from the door, and it was getting louder. It was the
sound of fists
beating against the door.
Wrapped in his arms, Allura stirred with equal reluctance. "Maybe they'll go
away," she murmured
hopefully. For a moment the noise stopped, but before they could resume their
lovemaking it started
all over again. Whoever was doing it was obviously not leaving until they got
an answer.
Lotor's ferocious scowl made Allura feel almost sorry for whoever was
hammering at the door.
And it got her even hotter. He was so sexy when he was being tough.
Lotor saw the way she was looking at him, and he knew he was going to kill
the one responsible
for this interruption. His expression softened, and he leaned over to tenderly
kiss his beloved's lips.
"I'll be right back," he promised fervently. Before he left the room, he
couldn't resist one last look at her.
He expected to wake up from this dream at any moment. His fiery, sweet
princess, Allura, the woman
he had loved for years, was lying almost naked in his bed waiting for him, her
honey-colored mane in
charming disarray, her soft lips curved in an inviting smile, wanting him,
loving him. He still couldn't
believe she actually LOVED him. She was the most enchanting sight he'd ever
seen. "Don't go away,"
he teased warmly.
Her smile deepened. "Not a chance." Then she pulled what little of her dress
she was still wearing
off over her head, presenting him with an unrestricted view of her creamy skin.
Lotor swore under his breath as the thumping on the door continued unabated.
"This had BETTER
be good," he snarled as he left the room.
He yanked the door open so hard that he nearly tore it off its hinges, and
found himself looking into
the unwelcome face of Keith, the VF captain. The other three members of the
Dork Squad were all
there too, drawing their guns on him.
"Let her go, Lotor!" Keith ordered ad nauseam.
Lotor groaned in annoyance. "Do you always have to say the same exact words,
you dumbass? These
TV writers sure are getting lazy with their dialogue-"
"Silence, evil fiend! We're here to rescue our Princess! Release her and
maybe we'll let you escape
so you can try again in next week's episode!" Keith ad-libbed his next line,
making use of his
melodramatic leanings.
"The other line was better," Lotor muttered.
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Allura heard Keith's speech all the way from the bedroom, and knew she would
have to get rid of
him herself. He wouldn't believe she was OK unless he heard it from her. With
an irritated sigh, she
got up and opened the small closet, found a robe and put it on. That man had
the absolute WORST
timing in the world! Having Keith around was like wearing a chastity belt! No,
she decided, the belt
would be better because at least it wouldn't be able to talk and nag at her all
the time!
"I'll handle this," Allura said to Lotor as she stepped into the doorway.
"How dare you?" she scolded
Keith in her most irritating prissy-Princess voice. "You are interrupting a
very important discussion of
peace between Doom and Arus! I order you to leave at once so we can get back to
work!"
Somehow she was able to stifle a giggle as she said that, and still convey
the proper measure of
royal authority. Even if all she was wearing at the moment happened to be a
man's robe, that
enveloped her from head to foot with plenty of room to spare. Lotor wasn't so
successful. She
could hear him snickering from the cockpit. She glanced sharply back at him
with an unspoken
warning- don't screw this up! and almost started laughing herself at his barely
restrained mirth.
She had to admit, this situation WAS pretty damn funny. More worthy of a
late-night, steamy
cable series than a santized-for-kids version of a classic Japanese anime.
"But Princess-" Keith started to argue.
"But nothing! Now turn those Lions back around, and get back to the castle.
I'll let you know when
an agreement has been reached. Don't worry about me, Keith, I'm in no danger."
Except the danger of
losing my virginity, and it's about freakin' time too, she reflected wryly.
Lance winked at her and secretly
gave her a you-go-girl, "thumbs up" sign behind Keith's disapproving back.
On that note, she spun on her heel and disappeared within the cruiser.
Lotor came back to stand poised at the door, with an impenitent grin. He was
loving every minute of
this. "You heard her Royal Highness," he said in an amused tone of voice.
"Am-scray, hair boy."
(Refers
to Keith's eternally fluffy head of hair. Lance is sooo jealous! "Am-scray" is
pig Latin, for all you
uncultered barbarians out there. Roughly translated: "Get lost before I kick
your ass into next week
like a football for a field goal." Or simply: "Scram." Your choice.)
"Look who's talking!" Keith retorted, but the door was rudely slammed in his
face before he even got to
finish his witty comeback. He had no other choice but to stomp off in a an
embarassed thwarted-goodguy
huff, his teammates tagging along single file after him like ducklings
following their mother.
Lotor turned back to Allura as soon as they were alone.
"Now, where were we?" Allura asked him, with an enticing smile.
Allura giggled and held on for dear life when Lotor quickly snatched her up
in his arms and carried her
back to the bedroom to finish what they'd already started.