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Shallura first kiss, in the control room, lights out!��
((I’m assuming by “control room” you mean what I would call the “bridge”? oh well, I’m going with that, sorry. ^_^; I couldn’t decide at first whether they deliberately turn the lights out or it’s an accident or what. I hope this is okay!))
“Whoa, what the...?!”
Allura chuckled at Shiro’s surprise. “Diagnostics, remember?” The Castle hadn’t had a thorough diagnostics run since she and Coran had come out of stasis. They were on Olkarion now, a planet full of the best engineers in the galaxy, and Ryner was adamant they could provide some much-needed updates given the proper data. So a full diagnostics scan it would be, to give the Olkari the most complete picture possible. “I told you various systems would go down as the Castle cycled through them.”
“You could have warned me when the lights were about to go though.” He was trying to sound surly and, judging by the sound of it, failing. The Castle’s viewscreen was off as well, so the bridge was pitch dark.
“I could have,” she admitted smugly.
She thought she saw his outline rise from his workstation, but she couldn’t be sure she wasn’t imagining it. “If I fall, it’s your fault.”
She snorted. “You have the ability to generate your own light,” she reminded him.
“Don’t need it,” he said immediately, “and don’t want to.”
“Don’t need it?” she asked. “Then why are you so upset over the lack of warning?” He was a shadow among shadows coming closer to her; her vision was extremely acute in all light levels, but there was no light level at the moment. Her eyes were adjusting, slowly.
“It was still a surprise.” He sounded... unsteady.
She moved towards him. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, I just...” His breathing was picking up.
“You don’t sound fine.”
“It’s nothing. I just don’t like not knowing where I am.”
She reached out to him and took his hand. He jumped a little. “You’re safe. You’re on the Castle of Lions.” She moved in to stand closer to him, and that’s when she realized why he’d said he didn’t need the light: the light bars on her suit, the glow of her tiara. They illuminated his face a little, shone in his eyes.
He looked afraid, and she could still hear his heart racing. But he smiled and began to ease down. “I’m safe,” he reminded himself. He squeezed her hand.
She squeezed back. “Is it...?”
“Yeah,” he said before she could get the words out. “We were kept in the dark, sometimes literally. Lights went on and off without warning. We had no control over it, and...”
She came in for a hug. “I’m sorry, Shiro. I didn’t mean to upset you. I should have warned you. I didn’t even think about it.”
It took him a moment before he wrapped his arms around her in return. “Thank you, Allura. It’s okay. I’m... I’m okay.”
“Your heartbeat is still fast.”
Doubtless he didn’t mean for her to hear him mutter, “Altean hearing...” but she did. She chose not to comment on it. He cleared his throat. “It’ll slow down eventually.”
She pulled away just enough to look up at him. “I hope so.”
He looked into her eyes and a curious thing occurred: the sound of his breathing stopped and the sound of his heart picked up. She’d never had the opportunity to focus so much on the sounds of him; but in such low light and with no persistent “hum” from the Castle systems, she couldn’t seem to focus on anything else.
“Shiro?” she asked, feeling a bit breathless herself. She was focused on the sounds of him, but he seemed to be focused on her, with an intensity she’d never seen before. At least, not this kind of intensity.
He started breathing again and licked his lips. “Sorry, I...”
“Don’t look away,” she said suddenly, not sure why she said it other than that he’d been about to, his face starting to turn, and she wanted to keep him here, wanted to continue to have his full attention. Don’t look at the darkness. Just look at me. Just keep looking at me like I’m the center of your universe. She wondered if the light from the tiara betrayed her blushing cheeks.
He looked back to her.
She was used to reading an opponent in battle. Used to watching their body language, used to judging their next movement by the look in their eyes, by the set of their jaw, by where and how they carried themselves. She could almost see the next move in her mind and how she would counter it, how they would react, etc.
She could see the next moment in his eyes. She knew how she’d react, how he would... she could see it all play out. She licked her lips.
Apparently he could see it, too. “We shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
He had no answer for that, and she watched him yield. He moved towards her, eyes already starting to fall closed. “If I fall,” he whispered, “it’s your fault.”
