@hunkshipweek Day 1: Strength
“Coran, may I make a request?” Allura asked while Coran was buried from the waist up in the underbelly of castle machinery.
“Of course princess!” he shouted over the noise of various pieces parts moving and clicking into place.
“Could you adjust the temperature of the castle so it’s a bit too warm? Nothing unbearable, just... hot.”
Coran slid out so he could look inquisitively up at Allura. “Yes, but why?”
Allura pressed her lips together and looked to the side. “No reason in particular.”
Allura perched on a stool behind the kitchen counter, head propped on the backs of both her hands. It was hot and Coran had promised the team he was trying to fix it, but everyone was dressed down until Coran “figured it out.” For Allura, that meant tying her hair up and wearing a simple short sleeved shirt with shorts. For Hunk, it meant wearing a tank top and shorts, showing off the full expanse of his beautiful, incredible arms.
They were everything she’d hoped they’d be and more.
Her eyes tracked his every move, nigh glued to those arms that were positively ruinous to her health and general ability to focus. They’d picked up a vast assortment of ingredients from the most recent planet they’d visited and Hunk was in full swing with his culinary experimentations. All about the kitchen he moved, chopping this and grinding that and slicing and shredding and mixing and kneading. God, Allura loved watching him knead dough. His powerful hands worked the dough with familiarity and unstoppable force, completely at ease as he worked the stubborn foodstuff down pliable beneath his expert fingers. She enjoyed the strain of his arms as he dug his palm into the dough, her eyes tracing the hard lines of his muscles, enjoyed his deft hands that she knew—she just knew—would be good for holding.
“Do you want to try?” Hunk asked, snapping Allura out of her muscle-entranced stupor.
“Hm? Oh, I, sure, but I don’t know how.” Allura stood up and rounded the counter, eyes flicking back up to the absolutely godlike width of Hunk’s gorgeous, bare shoulders.
“Well, start with washing your hands,” Hunk said with a pleasant chuckle.
“Sound advice,” Allura said with a chuckle of her own, feeling a touch silly for forgetting something so simple. But she could hardly be blamed. She was distracted.
Hands clean, Allura moved in closer to Hunk than was strictly necessary, their arms a hairsbreadth from touching.
“Now, kneading dough is pretty simple, but simple doesn’t always mean easy. Though, you’re so strong, it probably will be,” Hunk said with a bashful grin. He showed her what to do and she tried her best to listen closely, but her mind kept drifting to the pleasant flex of his forearms that she was in such a prime position to appreciate.
“Okay now you try,” Hunk encouraged, and Allura stepped in. Wickedly, mischievously, she decided to play dumb. She pretended to struggle with the rhythm and motion of it, like she hadn’t memorized the pattern in her close examination of Hunk’s every sleeveless move.
“Hunk, do you think you could give me a more... hands-on demonstration?” Allura asked coyly, giving him her best doe-eyes. To her immense satisfaction, that seemed to fluster him.
“Erm, sure, I can do that,” Hunk said agreeably, his smile only slightly nervous. As Allura had hoped, he stepped behind her and placed his hands on top of hers, leaning his face in close as his breathtaking arms bracketed hers. He explained the process again, guiding her hands with his own, and she bit her lip and paid very close attention to the way his warm skin felt as it moved and flexed against her.
“Got it?” Hunk asked, and Allura hummed and nodded, kneading the dough as easily as someone who had spent the last however long meticulously watching Hunk do exactly this.
“Hey, looks like you do!” Hunk said brightly, moving away. Allura hated to see him go, but she did enjoy the sight of his arms now back on display where she could ogle them freely.
Except that when she glanced up, she saw that Hunk was watching her and had absolutely caught her gaze lingering on his glorious muscles.
“You know... you can touch them if you want,” Hunk offered, eyes skittering sideways as he flushed once again. Allura was no fool, and was not going to turn down such a fortuitous opportunity. Immediately she latched onto his arm, hugging his bicep and pressing her face into the sweet smelling skin.
“Woah, okay,” Hunk said, grinning in a mix of bashfulness and pride. “I guess my arms are pretty rad.” Hunk flexed his other arm, and Allura felt her soul ascend into a higher plane of existence.
“Very much so, yes,” she agreed, not moving from her embrace of his sweet, sweet, gorgeous arm, but eyes locked on his proffered muscles like the highest and finest of art.
Hunk laughed, sounding embarrassed, and then scratched at the back of his head. “Look at me, hamming it up in front of a pretty girl, god, you must think I’m so cheesy.”
“I like cheese!” Allura hastened to reassure. “Immensely. With desire. I-that is. I would desire more cheese. Of a social variety.” Well now it seemed to be her turn to feel flustered. Not that she was letting go of Hunk’s arm for love or money by that point, but she felt heat rush to her face that had nothing to do with the castle’s temperature.
“Would you maybe... also like to go on a date sometime?” Hunk asked timidly, eyeing her as intensely as she eyed his muscles.
“You know Hunk, I’ve been meaning to ask you that exact question for quite some time now.”
“Coran you can turn the castle temperature back to normal now, thank you so much!” Allura said excitedly into the comm receiver. “Also you’re not going to believe who’s got a date!”
