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Glance
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Glance
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"Just a Glance"
by Mylari
"A Secret Between Friends"
by Mylari
"Glance Drabble"
by KittyCaro
"No Peeking!"
by KittyShan
by Mylari
"A Secret Between Friends"
by Mylari
"Glance Drabble"
by KittyCaro
"No Peeking!"
by KittyShan
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Just a Glance
(Submission #1)
Word: Glance
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
Author's Note: This is part of the Royal Studies, 50 Shades of Blue, Seeing Red, universe and fits with those stories, but like each of them, can stand on its own.
(Submission #1)
Word: Glance
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
Author's Note: This is part of the Royal Studies, 50 Shades of Blue, Seeing Red, universe and fits with those stories, but like each of them, can stand on its own.
"But I just wanted to take a quick peek..." I say, knowing that I probably sound like a whiny child. "Please?"
"No," he answers resolutely, shaking his head, his eyes harder than I've ever seen them.
"Why not? From what I've heard you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Heck, I've been told you should be proud."
He sighs dramatically, raising one slim brown eyebrow at me questioningly. "And you heard this from whom?"
I gulp and refuse to meet his eyes. "I... I'm not supposed to say," I quietly mutter.
He blinks at me slowly and says nothing, just continues to stare at me, one perfectly arched eyebrow edging towards his hairline.
"Lance, please? Just one quick glance. I won't tell anyone that I saw anything, I swear!" I continue to plead, batting my eyelashes at him in the hopes of breaking his resolve.
"Allura, I said no," he repeats softly, almost gently. "It's not something I just go around showing people." There is a note of desperation to his voice, but I can't help pressing my case.
"But Keith's seen it," I blurt out before I can stop myself. Oops.
His eyes narrow and I think I see a faint blush rise on his cheeks. "I should have known that's where you got your information from. He's going to pay for that little slip," growls the Red Lion pilot menacingly enough to make my eyes grow wide in fear. He clenches his mouth shut, nostrils flaring, chest heaving with barely suppressed anger.
"Lance, why is it such a big deal? Why don't you want me to see?"
He looks at me, incredulous, "Do you have no boundaries at all, Princess? Some things are meant to be private and not displayed for the whole world to see."
I blink at him in confusion. "But, lots of people display theirs to the world. I just don't see what the big deal is."
"Well, let's say I do agree to show you. Will it stop there or will you insist that I show," he gulps audibly, "Nanny and Coran too? I mean is nothing sacred anymore?" He paces the room waving his hands in the air as he voices his outrage.
I choke back my laughter at his histrionics. "Lance, you're blowing this out of proportion. Stop overreacting."
He turns to face me once more, a gleam in his eye. "Alright, I’ll show you, but on one condition..." He smirks as he catches my gaze.
Now he has me intrigued and a little bit scared. "I guess that depends on the condition..."
"Oh, don't worry. I just need to get some revenge on Keith for telling you about my sketchbook and you're going to help me."
I smile and nod as he begins to outline his plan, my mind adding a few mischievous amendments as he speaks. "Count me in, Lance!" I agree enthusiastically as he finishes. I make myself comfortable on the sofa. "Now let's see that artwork!"
End
"No," he answers resolutely, shaking his head, his eyes harder than I've ever seen them.
"Why not? From what I've heard you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Heck, I've been told you should be proud."
He sighs dramatically, raising one slim brown eyebrow at me questioningly. "And you heard this from whom?"
I gulp and refuse to meet his eyes. "I... I'm not supposed to say," I quietly mutter.
He blinks at me slowly and says nothing, just continues to stare at me, one perfectly arched eyebrow edging towards his hairline.
"Lance, please? Just one quick glance. I won't tell anyone that I saw anything, I swear!" I continue to plead, batting my eyelashes at him in the hopes of breaking his resolve.
"Allura, I said no," he repeats softly, almost gently. "It's not something I just go around showing people." There is a note of desperation to his voice, but I can't help pressing my case.
"But Keith's seen it," I blurt out before I can stop myself. Oops.
His eyes narrow and I think I see a faint blush rise on his cheeks. "I should have known that's where you got your information from. He's going to pay for that little slip," growls the Red Lion pilot menacingly enough to make my eyes grow wide in fear. He clenches his mouth shut, nostrils flaring, chest heaving with barely suppressed anger.
"Lance, why is it such a big deal? Why don't you want me to see?"
He looks at me, incredulous, "Do you have no boundaries at all, Princess? Some things are meant to be private and not displayed for the whole world to see."
I blink at him in confusion. "But, lots of people display theirs to the world. I just don't see what the big deal is."
"Well, let's say I do agree to show you. Will it stop there or will you insist that I show," he gulps audibly, "Nanny and Coran too? I mean is nothing sacred anymore?" He paces the room waving his hands in the air as he voices his outrage.
I choke back my laughter at his histrionics. "Lance, you're blowing this out of proportion. Stop overreacting."
He turns to face me once more, a gleam in his eye. "Alright, I’ll show you, but on one condition..." He smirks as he catches my gaze.
Now he has me intrigued and a little bit scared. "I guess that depends on the condition..."
"Oh, don't worry. I just need to get some revenge on Keith for telling you about my sketchbook and you're going to help me."
I smile and nod as he begins to outline his plan, my mind adding a few mischievous amendments as he speaks. "Count me in, Lance!" I agree enthusiastically as he finishes. I make myself comfortable on the sofa. "Now let's see that artwork!"
End
~*~
A Secret Between Friends
(Submission #2)
Word: Glance
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
Author's Note: This is part of the Royal Studies, 50 Shades of Blue, Seeing Red, universe and fits with those stories, but like each of them, can stand on its own.
(Submission #2)
Word: Glance
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
Author's Note: This is part of the Royal Studies, 50 Shades of Blue, Seeing Red, universe and fits with those stories, but like each of them, can stand on its own.
'An art class? Really?' I stare at the schedule in my hand, frowning at it, hoping that it will somehow change if I glare at it hard enough.
"Hey, Keith, that your new schedule?" I look up at the sound of Lance's voice and he smirks at my answering grimace. "Guess, so," he snickers, the smirk disappearing as he stares at me, taking in my sullen demeanor. "What's wrong with it? They forget to schedule you a lunch break or something?"
Wordlessly, I thrust the paper into his hands, pointing at the offending class. He glances down at my finger for a brief second before looking at me incredulously, one eyebrow raised. "Art? You're upset about taking art?"
"Lance, they made it a graduation requirement. How am I going to pass? I can't even draw a straight line."
"Actually, straight lines are notoriously hard to draw freehand, Keith," he chuckles, smirking; his eyes dancing with mischief.
I say nothing; just continue to glare at him as he makes jokes about something that could keep me from graduating, making Captain, and leading my own team.
He sighs heavily, seeing that I am in no mood for his humor. Grabbing me by the arm, he pulls me out of the crowded hallway. "Keith, it's not that big a deal, honest. It's just one art class, I'm sure you'll do fine."
I arch an eyebrow at him and reach into my backpack for a notebook and pencil. He watches me as I quickly sketch out a picture of a nearby tree. When I finish, I turn it to give him a better view. "Tell me what this is a picture of and I'll stop worrying about the class."
He stares at the picture and gulps audibly. "Alright, I see why you are so concerned. I'd guess it was a storm cloud, but the sky is clear and blue, and well, I saw you glance out into the quad repeatedly as you drew. Even still, I have no idea what that is supposed to be."
I snatch the notebook back from him and stuff it roughly into my backpack. "Lance, what am I going to do? I can't fail this class."
His lips twist to one side before a spark ignites in his eye. "Wait here, let me check something."
I stand staring at the space he vacated until he returns, beaming happily. "Alright, let's see here… Yep, I'm in the same class. I'll help you with the assignments."
"You? You'll teach me to draw?"
He reaches into my pack and pulls my notebook out again. "So, what was it?" He asks as his pencil flies across another sheet of paper.
"A tree," I mumble.
He snorts in response, handing the book back to me. My jaw drops as I see a reproduction of the quad, including me in the foreground. He merely winks in return and puts a finger to his lips. "Hey, what're friends for? Just… don't tell anyone, OK?"
End
"Hey, Keith, that your new schedule?" I look up at the sound of Lance's voice and he smirks at my answering grimace. "Guess, so," he snickers, the smirk disappearing as he stares at me, taking in my sullen demeanor. "What's wrong with it? They forget to schedule you a lunch break or something?"
Wordlessly, I thrust the paper into his hands, pointing at the offending class. He glances down at my finger for a brief second before looking at me incredulously, one eyebrow raised. "Art? You're upset about taking art?"
"Lance, they made it a graduation requirement. How am I going to pass? I can't even draw a straight line."
"Actually, straight lines are notoriously hard to draw freehand, Keith," he chuckles, smirking; his eyes dancing with mischief.
I say nothing; just continue to glare at him as he makes jokes about something that could keep me from graduating, making Captain, and leading my own team.
He sighs heavily, seeing that I am in no mood for his humor. Grabbing me by the arm, he pulls me out of the crowded hallway. "Keith, it's not that big a deal, honest. It's just one art class, I'm sure you'll do fine."
I arch an eyebrow at him and reach into my backpack for a notebook and pencil. He watches me as I quickly sketch out a picture of a nearby tree. When I finish, I turn it to give him a better view. "Tell me what this is a picture of and I'll stop worrying about the class."
He stares at the picture and gulps audibly. "Alright, I see why you are so concerned. I'd guess it was a storm cloud, but the sky is clear and blue, and well, I saw you glance out into the quad repeatedly as you drew. Even still, I have no idea what that is supposed to be."
I snatch the notebook back from him and stuff it roughly into my backpack. "Lance, what am I going to do? I can't fail this class."
His lips twist to one side before a spark ignites in his eye. "Wait here, let me check something."
I stand staring at the space he vacated until he returns, beaming happily. "Alright, let's see here… Yep, I'm in the same class. I'll help you with the assignments."
"You? You'll teach me to draw?"
He reaches into my pack and pulls my notebook out again. "So, what was it?" He asks as his pencil flies across another sheet of paper.
"A tree," I mumble.
He snorts in response, handing the book back to me. My jaw drops as I see a reproduction of the quad, including me in the foreground. He merely winks in return and puts a finger to his lips. "Hey, what're friends for? Just… don't tell anyone, OK?"
End
~*~
"Kurogane, go on and let her."
"Sure."
I shouldn't have listened to Kogane about taking Princess with me to Amazon to plant the seeds, not after the kiss she gave me for saving her people from those deadly flowers. She obviously had no idea how much she affected me, and that might be a good thing.
After attending a small ceremony with Aimee and her people, we had planted the seeds in a small patch of soil near their village and then bid them farewell. We needed to get back to Altea as soon as possible so the Princess could get some rest.
I kept telling her to go sit in the back but she wouldn't listen; she's standing next to me, supposedly to watch me flying Blue Lion to improve her technique, her sarcastic tone proving she hasn't forgotten when I attacked her in Lion practice and Cobra Prince Bambara came to her rescue.
Nature added another element of misery to our trip with a harsh meteor shower. It's hard to dodge every rock, even for me!
Between endless periods of silence, I have communicated to her with monosyllables and quick glances. Now she's making a pout to punish me. I sometimes wonder how she can expect to be treated like a woman when she acts like a child.
Yes, I know I had dealt sternly with her in the past, but it was for her protection, because she sometimes doesn't use common sense.
Damn. She's making me nervous.
"Princess?"
She turned on surprise at my voice. "Princess," I repeated, "are you okay?"
She stood frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. I fought a grin as I studied her face; she looked as guilty as sin of something.
When I met her, my first thought was that she looked like a medieval princess, with her classic features and that cascade of blond hair down her back. There was something pure about her. Something unique and alluring.
"You shouldn't have taken that detour, Kurogane," she said with a disapproving tone.
I focused on the screen only to glance up involuntary as Blue Lion was struck by a big rock. Princess bounced forward, and then shot straight back into my lap.
"Ohmp!"
She clung to me for dear life, soft, fragrant and tempting.
"Sorry! Did I hurt you?" Her eyes met mine, full of innocence.
Before I could answer the Lion gave another jolt, I put an arm around her waist to prevent her from flying forward again. I could see the color sweep under her skin as my arms tightened possessively for just a moment.
"Thank you," she whispered, pressing her mouth to the corner of mine.
"Anytime," I said gruffly, thinking if she landed in my lap one more time, I wouldn't be responsible for my actions.
FINIS
"Sure."
I shouldn't have listened to Kogane about taking Princess with me to Amazon to plant the seeds, not after the kiss she gave me for saving her people from those deadly flowers. She obviously had no idea how much she affected me, and that might be a good thing.
After attending a small ceremony with Aimee and her people, we had planted the seeds in a small patch of soil near their village and then bid them farewell. We needed to get back to Altea as soon as possible so the Princess could get some rest.
I kept telling her to go sit in the back but she wouldn't listen; she's standing next to me, supposedly to watch me flying Blue Lion to improve her technique, her sarcastic tone proving she hasn't forgotten when I attacked her in Lion practice and Cobra Prince Bambara came to her rescue.
Nature added another element of misery to our trip with a harsh meteor shower. It's hard to dodge every rock, even for me!
Between endless periods of silence, I have communicated to her with monosyllables and quick glances. Now she's making a pout to punish me. I sometimes wonder how she can expect to be treated like a woman when she acts like a child.
Yes, I know I had dealt sternly with her in the past, but it was for her protection, because she sometimes doesn't use common sense.
Damn. She's making me nervous.
"Princess?"
She turned on surprise at my voice. "Princess," I repeated, "are you okay?"
She stood frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. I fought a grin as I studied her face; she looked as guilty as sin of something.
When I met her, my first thought was that she looked like a medieval princess, with her classic features and that cascade of blond hair down her back. There was something pure about her. Something unique and alluring.
"You shouldn't have taken that detour, Kurogane," she said with a disapproving tone.
I focused on the screen only to glance up involuntary as Blue Lion was struck by a big rock. Princess bounced forward, and then shot straight back into my lap.
"Ohmp!"
She clung to me for dear life, soft, fragrant and tempting.
"Sorry! Did I hurt you?" Her eyes met mine, full of innocence.
Before I could answer the Lion gave another jolt, I put an arm around her waist to prevent her from flying forward again. I could see the color sweep under her skin as my arms tightened possessively for just a moment.
"Thank you," she whispered, pressing her mouth to the corner of mine.
"Anytime," I said gruffly, thinking if she landed in my lap one more time, I wouldn't be responsible for my actions.
FINIS
~*~
No Peeking!
Word: Glance
Word Count: 497
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyShan
Warning: This one has some adult/sexual content!
Word: Glance
Word Count: 497
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyShan
Warning: This one has some adult/sexual content!
NSFW
Part of him knew this wasn't right, hiding in the women's bath house, watching them strip away their clothing and slip into the steaming water. But he didn't really care about right and wrong; the Prince of Doom did as he pleased.
He enjoyed the anonymity, the thrill it gave him. Something about the whole thing, at once, excited and soothed the hunter inside him. Choosing his prey, watching her, stalking her, then claiming her...
Movement at the edge of the pool caught his attention and he returned to making his selection of conquest for the night.
A lavender skinned lass stepped from the water - her face was stunning, but she had a tail and that was a turn off for him. She was followed by a pretty girl with ruby red skin, sadly her breasts were too small for his liking. Finally he noticed an ivory skinned female - this one wasn't pretty, but she had long golden hair and a curvy form - in a dark room with her back to him, he could imagine she was Allura.
He took in a deep and steadying breath, before smiling maliciously. His choice was made.
But then he saw her...
On the far side of the bathing pool, a woman climbed the steps out of the water. Skin the deepest shade of emerald, violet hair falling in ringlets that brushed the top of a beautifully rounded, ample, derrière. His breath caught in his throat at the sight, and he was frozen in place as he watched her long and shapely legs slip from the liquid.
'What do we have here?'
He desperately wanted those graceful legs wrapped around his waist; at the thought he felt himself harden with lust.
'Where has she been hiding?'
The Prince continued to watch, his excitement growing as she turned sideways and stretched; he glimpsed a tiny waist leading up to the largest breasts he'd ever seen. Letting let out a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding, Lotor licked his lips. As the anticipation built, he didn't think he could stand the tightness in his breeches for much longer. Reaching down, he loosened his zipper; he would pleasure himself now, then take his time with the wench later.
Across the room, his previously intended conquest watched in amusement. She waved a hand and the illusion of what she'd looked like in her youth fell away. She hadn't always been a twisted old woman.
When he returned his gaze to her form, he suddenly stilled, his member immediately softening and shriveling. Without a care as to who might see him, he fled from the room, shaking and gagging as he rushed to the exit.
'Heh, maybe I've always been twisted, just not old.' Hagar cackled at her own wit and glanced at where the bath house door had just swung closed. Her laughter doubled. 'That's what the turd gets for being a such a creepy pervert!'
End.
He enjoyed the anonymity, the thrill it gave him. Something about the whole thing, at once, excited and soothed the hunter inside him. Choosing his prey, watching her, stalking her, then claiming her...
Movement at the edge of the pool caught his attention and he returned to making his selection of conquest for the night.
A lavender skinned lass stepped from the water - her face was stunning, but she had a tail and that was a turn off for him. She was followed by a pretty girl with ruby red skin, sadly her breasts were too small for his liking. Finally he noticed an ivory skinned female - this one wasn't pretty, but she had long golden hair and a curvy form - in a dark room with her back to him, he could imagine she was Allura.
He took in a deep and steadying breath, before smiling maliciously. His choice was made.
But then he saw her...
On the far side of the bathing pool, a woman climbed the steps out of the water. Skin the deepest shade of emerald, violet hair falling in ringlets that brushed the top of a beautifully rounded, ample, derrière. His breath caught in his throat at the sight, and he was frozen in place as he watched her long and shapely legs slip from the liquid.
'What do we have here?'
He desperately wanted those graceful legs wrapped around his waist; at the thought he felt himself harden with lust.
'Where has she been hiding?'
The Prince continued to watch, his excitement growing as she turned sideways and stretched; he glimpsed a tiny waist leading up to the largest breasts he'd ever seen. Letting let out a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding, Lotor licked his lips. As the anticipation built, he didn't think he could stand the tightness in his breeches for much longer. Reaching down, he loosened his zipper; he would pleasure himself now, then take his time with the wench later.
Across the room, his previously intended conquest watched in amusement. She waved a hand and the illusion of what she'd looked like in her youth fell away. She hadn't always been a twisted old woman.
When he returned his gaze to her form, he suddenly stilled, his member immediately softening and shriveling. Without a care as to who might see him, he fled from the room, shaking and gagging as he rushed to the exit.
'Heh, maybe I've always been twisted, just not old.' Hagar cackled at her own wit and glanced at where the bath house door had just swung closed. Her laughter doubled. 'That's what the turd gets for being a such a creepy pervert!'
End.
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